::Kitsune comes around to see an empty field::
Wh . . . whah . . . ?
::He coughs, blood spurting out onto the ground. He stares at it, and his mind snaps back to just a few moments ago::
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::Kitsune is sitting tied up, his clothes torn and bloodied. Asmodeus looms over top of him::
A: All right, you traitorous bastard, why did you betray our glorious leader, General Piro?
You can kiss my ass, devil. I'm not gonna tell you anything. You don't deserve it.
::Asmodeus kicks Kit in the face, knocking loose two teeth and causing Kit to spit red::
A: For the last time, why did you betray us?!
Go to hell. I've got nothing to say to you anymore. After what you did to Ghastly's forces, do you expect me to tell you anything? I'll say it again, you bastard: Go to hell!
::Asmodeus proceeds to kick him, punch him, bodyslam him, and then he shoots him in the leg, and Kitsune passes out from the pain::
A: We'll wait till he wakes up. I'm not done with him yet.
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Well, I guess they left . . . Wonder why?
::The sounds of the battle with Seraphim's forces reach Kitsune's reopened ears, and he struggles with his binds::
Dammit, that sounds like Seraphim's battle cry . . . I'm too late! C'mon . . .
::He wiggles around some more, then he stops::
Why am I doing this? I can get out of this a lot quicker . . .
::He tenses, then his body catches silver fire. The fire fades, and Kitsune grins. He pulls at his ropes, and they snap like nothing. He bends to his knees and rips off his hobbles. He jumps to his feet, and looks down at his clothes::
I can't go in MT livery. Hmm . . .
::He gestures, and he is wearing a EN uniform. There is no ranking or frills, just a straight outfit. He looks at his back, and a foxhead outline appears on his uniform back. He turns back, and then *whip*, he's gone, running faster than most can follow, praying he can make it in time to make a difference::
_________________ I'm too damn pretty to die.
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