In the black of the night, the light of the demonic train shined...
It moved slowly, not at the monstrous speeds that it had previously moved. Or well, it moved at the speed of a train, not at the speed of rapidly moving bullet that would've leveled the town had Gabriel not reflected it, as it had moved previously. The train came near the group, its engines letting out an eldritch roar, smoke and fog clouding the stars above. It stopped.
Kiara flinched back, on edge that the train stopped like a normal train would, moving to cling to Rory, but, she stopped herself, breathing out. "Get in game, Kiara..."
Rory summoned a katana to her side, mounting it to her uniform. Her eyes were, as usual, cold, but at the same time, they held unfathomable determination in them, ready to move forward.
Okita breathed out, silently meditating to herself to calm her nerves and optimize all of her body's functions to prepare for whatever was ahead. She didn't expect the train to come in so peacefully, and clearly so, but she knew that she couldn't let her guard down. "I'll do it for her..." And she'd do it for herself.
Kinzer glanced at the train, his arms crossed and his crimson eyes glistening with disgust at the sight of the monstrous vehicle. He was ready, yes, but he couldn't anticipate what was to come, and that pissed him off to no end..
Metatron simply floated above Lance, his arms crossed, and his eyes cold. He said nothing.
Gabriel said nothing as well, her wings gently fluttering. At the time, she went back to her original number of four wings, the white and black feathers sharpening and hardening themselves akin to a blade and armor. She prepared herself for anything that was to come, steeling her resolve. "Let's do this, Gabriel..."
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