<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/70QCU.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>         Eric Brooks<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>            Blade<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Tokyo, Ground level of Mori Tower<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          No one yet<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Blade could only shake his head at the reactions of the two rather ignorant heroes. Having not one, but two projectiles levelled at his head didn't phase him in the least, he was close enough to react comfortably, besides, detonating a missile at point blank would likely kill Diamondback faster than it would himself, considering their differences in durability. He didn't think that saying anything was necessary when he was tossed the little plastic "keycard" that would grant him entrance to the safehouse. As Tony went off, followed by the sound and sight of Apocasoliders jetting into the air and then landing with gigantic clangs on rooftops. He reached up and wiped some of the beaded sweat from his brow with a forearm, blowing out a sigh. Shortly after, two rather dangerous looking soldiers sprayed large caliber gunfire at him, followed by an explosive round, spraying large chunks of sidewalk and road into the air. Before he could say anything to Rachel, the stranger tossed a smoke grenade to the ground and the street disappeared into a cloud of thick, billowing white smoke. The gunfire was spreading now, as the soldiers switched to a more suppressive type. Diamondback went of running... in the wrong direction, albeit not by quite a bit. Blade tensed up, unsure whether to use her escape in the wrong direction as a diversion to steal away in the correct direction, or to catch up and correct her course. He shook his head again and set off running, his legs hitting the ground with a heavy sound. The gunfire trained on him rather expertly, but he leaped out the other side of a building and shouted at Rachel in his most urgent, angriest voice. "Wrong direction woman! Keep running that way and you'll never reach the safehouse with your life!" He was getting slightly flustered, but he had to do this, to help in some way. Although he understood quick reaction, the idea of running in what was very possibly the wrong direction was tantamount to suicide if she lost Blade.<br/><br/>He was very slowly making his way towards the fleeing woman, her running being shockingly fast, nearly as fast as himself, a full fledged superhuman. What was she? His voice was still urgent, but now showing slight signs of his strain, the exertion of killing soldiers in hand to hand weighing upon him. "We need to stop! Get in a building and ambush them when they come in, one each. Quick, quiet, then we steal away!" Blade didn't often ask, so much as order, but this was a matter of life and death, the consequences of a wrong decision now affecting him as well. He was still running, but his head is on a swivel, looking left and right, trying to spot a building that would present a good point of ambush, his favourite tactic against the very dangerous soldiers. Running and gunning didn't work, even his .45 didn't penetrate the thick armour covering their vitals, so small arms fire wouldn't do it, nothing short of rifle fire or FMJ cartridges would do it. Though his gun was extremely useful in close quarters nowadays, even quicker to get through those soft points in the armour, almost like a spear now. He didn't even know if she was listening to his suggestion, but Blade shouted at her anyway. "Look for a Building with a ceiling and intact walls! That way they have to come in and look for us, they don't have enough firepower in those arm mounted grenade launchers to blow up the earthquake proofed walls of a downtown building, and they can't afford to go back for any heavier stuff!"<br/>