[spoiler]Just hope your guy/girl in. Take out the ZECT-Troopers and we’ll go from there.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]aight[/spoiler] A small *pop* was heard and a grapnel had latched onto a ZECT-Soldier's helmet, locking into place. A mighty thunderclap was heard as an inhuman figure slammed right into the soldier's side with an astounding amount of force with his pauldron, a comparasion being a bowling bаll to bowling pins. The man was giant, standing at 6'9. An abyssal black coat of paint had covered the power armor he wore. It had a thick overlay of ceramic with titanium underneath, tightly woven dragon scales had been mixed in with the metal for protection against dangerous heats held up with a exoskeleton made of an non-metallic composite. He wore a mask that took the form of a human man, it was gunmetal grey. It's expression was lacking, simply cold and lifeless as if it looked with silent rage. A hood had obscured the rest of the beings identity, it matching the armor. On it's left hip was a ninjatō scabbard, longer than most usual ones and on the right was a flechette gun with a stake acting as an underbarrel. Multiple stakes held in bandoilers were on the beings left arm. The grapnel popped off and slinked back into it's left wrist. Whatever this being was, it was not happy.

The ZECT-Troopers were rightfully pissed, firing their plasma-like weapons toward the unknown man, clearly hoping to put a LOT of holes within the guy, some desperate enough to charge at him with what seemed to be similar to police batons. There were 12 in total. Meanwhile, Kabuto was desperately trying to get up, looking down at a beetle on his waist, which gave him an idea. He just needed to stand up...which was clearly taking its toll on him.

In that very instant flutes on the man's shoulderblades and calves opened and unleashed a deafening roar of thrusters being activated. He made a bound towards Kabuto, evading the shots and the soldiers with the baton-like weapons and landed with a slide on three limbs, using his fingers as balance. The flutes closed as the thrusters shut off, the man helping Kabuto to his feet with his left arm, using his right to unsheathe his ninjatō. It rang a violent hum in the air, electricity crackling around it. A high-frequency blade. He let go of Kabuto to grip it with two hands, the previously mentioned flutes opening up with new ones on the triceps of the arms and the small of his back. Parrying spikes had sprung out from each gauntlet, giving him another option to fight against the ZECT-Soldiers. He bursted forward with great speed, intending on spearing through multiple with the blade pointed forward.