<div class="floatleft">(http://orig03.deviantart.net/3f04/f/2009/364/b/b/kyrios_gundam_girl_by_yami11.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Kyrios</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gym-Room 2A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Strike Freedom, Open<br/><br/>Kyrios heard the sound the bullets from her submachine gun splashing against something and despite herself, she smiled as she knew that she at least made a hit... however minor. The only sad thing was she had damaged, or at least scratched the paint job or metal of one of the legendary machines that made her idol famous during the One Year War. But she did not bask in that moment that alternated between sadness and joy as she noticed the Zaku raising its bazooka and fired three consecutive rounds, emptying the payload of the projectile weaponry.<br/><br/>Now she did not know if he was trying to overwhelm her with such firepower, or he was firing at something else to provide a distraction... she did not want to make any chances. She then activated her thrusters again as she tried to evade the missiles, which impacted some of the debris field between the two of them. The explosion knocked her back a little, and she winced as some of the rubble grazed against her skin and the static electricity coursed through some parts of her body.... making her whimper a little in pain as she went numb in some parts of her body.<br/><br/>She gasped as she took her bearings, and she looked at the dust cloud that made it hard to see where the enemy is going to come next. She then activated her thrusters as she made her way through the debris field behind her, weaving carefully through it as she had now seen enough to discern the pattern of the electrical discharges between the rubble... all the time keeping her eyes peeled for any signs of the red Zaku. She was not going to let it ambush her, and even if she went down this day... it would not be without a fight.