Both dragons stopped as they saw the remaining terrorists taken care of. The ball of earth around Spyro fell away, while the shadows around Cynder receded.
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Wataru dropped down in front of the one of the terrorists, he was hanging from his legs by a rafter. He rapidly punched the terrorist in the face, knocking him out. He unhooked his legs from the rafter and flipped onto the floor, landing several lightning fast kicks and punches.
The terrorists found it impossible to fight back, Wataru being too strong and their guns useless while he was in the midst of them. Some still fired, but hurt their allies more then they did their armored adversary.
They backed away from Wataru forming a tight line and leveling their guns at him. Wataru grabbed a red whistle and gave it to Kivat.
"Wake Up!"
He croached down, crossing his arms over his chest as a red mist moved across the area, turning day into night. A large crescent moon appeared above the facility. The terrorists opened fire, but Wataru leapt into the air, while Kivat leapt from his perch on the buckle and flew around Wataru's armor incased right leg, blowing into the fuestle.
The chains shot off and the silver armor opened into red fleshy wings, the skin beneath also red and three green eyes on his leg. He hung suspended in the air impossibly for a moment, before he twisted around and then launched toward the group of terrorists, foot first. His kick hit the floor and left a bat-shaped symbol on the floor, while the group of terrorists were flung across the room by a wall of invisible force. They crashed into the walls and then dropped to the floor all unconcious.
Wataru turned to look back at Rime. The three eyes on his leg pulsed with light and then the wings closed, the chains floating back to wrap around his leg again. "Are you hurt?"
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"I'm not thirsty," Nago said, holding up his nearly empty coffee cup.