As Azrail was lifted up, he looked back, trying to see what was happening. Fancy that, she's friends with Camelia too," Azrail thought. He would have liked to see more of the fight, but even with medication the pain was too much. Azrail blacked out before he even reached the ship.
Drevin noted Martin's decision and muttered, "Good choice." He then felt a tension in the air, and decided it was a terrible idea to stay where he was. He took a bit of a running start and then fired off his jetpack, propelling him all the way across the street to a much safer place where he continued to watch.
Brond turned his head and replied, "Well I couldn't just let it rip my face off. I told the police I didn't think it was a good idea when they contacted me, but they're desperately trying to stop this thing and they wouldn't take no for an answer. I did keep track of it though... sorta." He then motioned with his eyes to the scene that was unfolding in front of them.
From what Asako's drone could tell, it was either human or faunus based on the skeletal configuration, but any information on identity was concealed by the mass of shiny-black edges covering its body, and a DNA sample was completely out of the question. Meanwhile, as Stella and the thing stared at each other, she could see beyond the lifelessness. In its eyes was fear. Primal, inhuman fear, but fear nonetheless. The fear lessened with the departure of the police cars, but returned in full force with the arrival of the missile canisters. The fear held a sort of tenuous balance, and she could tell that it didn't know if it should fight or flee. Then the electric bomb hit it.
Sandy's electric Rave Bomb was the turning point. It didn't actually damage the thing in the slightest, as the electricity could find no conductive element in the mass of edges and fizzled, but the reaction it had was immediate. There was no question now, it was provoked, and it would fight. The blades that covered its body returned to their frenzied shifting, and it dove headfirst into the ground. Instead of smashing its face into hard concrete, however, it ripped right through the ground and disappeared into a tunnel of its own creation. In a matter of seconds, its heat signature became completely moot thanks to a good four feet of rock. Its sound, too was gone, ad the silence it left gave off an air of danger. Like a vacuum waiting to be filled.
