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Anima's dark eyes looked around looking for anybody in the Squad Slithen. "Hmmmm..." He said to himself. "Private Anima of Squad Slithen here... Anyone from that squad around?" He said to himself more than anyone but loud enough where others could hear it. So he walked around looking at everything, primarily looking for a shooting range. "I need to polish my skills." He spotted a stand with targets and started walking over to them.

"I am Private Anima or... hell I don't got a codename yet." He shook the man's hand, while looking him up and down, getting a mental picture. Memorizing every little feature that could distinguish him if he had been captured and a fake was sent in his place. Then he withdrew his hand and popped out both his 9mm by hitting the bottom of them and as they flew into the air so did 2 clips, one for each gun. He grabbed the guns out of the air and flipped them over so the clips landed in the guns perfectly then he slammed the bottoms of the clips together by hitting them against each other. Then he aimed directly at the targets and fired three from each. And all three hit. Three from one gun hit the heart, neck and head of one of the first human shaped targets and the other gun's bullets hit the same spots on another target. "I still got the accuracy." He said to himself.

"Aye! Works fine, Distraction's I can do~" She grinned her usual stupid grin, the corners of her mouth stretching wider than they probably should. Gripping he sword tighter, she crouched low to the rafter before leaping from it with some grating screech to get the retard thing's attention. It immidiatly shifted it's cold black slits in Xinrie's direction, letting out antoher screech as it raised it's claws. Booyah, it worked. She let the clawed hand it her so she could grip both hands firmly around it and hang on for dear life. Wrapping her legs about the claw, she let on hand free to reach into her back pocket, which was fairly difficult considering the fact that it was right now whiplashing her about the place into bookcases and whatnot. "Geh C'mon where is it..." Huzzah! She finally withdrew what she needed, bit something off and literally chucked it at the thing's eyes. Hee. She had used a smokebomb, with traces of hot pepper in it, bullseye, quite literally. The thing began thrashing about the place madly, shifting it's arms from Lion paws to bird talons as it screamed. The Librarians also took this time to dogpile on it's legs, pinning it to the floor.. "Bah! Go Sketch!"

Sketch gave a slight smile to the girl. Her grin was actually quite cute, but it did make her seem younger than what she really was.
Shocked at what Stalker did, Sketch almost didn't here her when she said it was his turn.
Aiming perfectly at the beast, he remembered what life in the military was like. Getting up so early. Being put into crazy situations like this one. Being with the one he loved. Sketch shook his head to block out these unwanted memories. He didn't want to remember; it was too painful. He was part of mishaps now and would have to leave his past behind, even if it meant letting Mia go too.
Sketch let out a battle scream as he too, jumped from the rafters. He landed where the beast's heart should be and pinned it to the ground. It started crying in pain, as he saw green goo coming out of the hole. "Seal it now," he shouted as he struggled to keep it down. It was trying to fight back but the librarians had its limbs, so tossing and turning was all it could do.

Xinrie grimaced slightly, she could have sworn she cracked a rib when the thing hit her in mid-flight. Clamping her hand onto the little black box, She somehow managed to toss it high into the air, just over it's head. Oh how she felt like a ragdoll at the moment. The screeching osunded like some Siren's ear drum cracking as the black box stopped in it's sailing and suspended itself in mid-air. Then in one brilliant blinding flash of light, as if being deaf now wasn't enough, it just disappeared, completly. Only the tiny black box remained in the air, sazzing and twitching. "Wah!" Stalker, no longer having that clawed arm to hang onto fell down and hit the floor of the Library...er...well she actully fell ontop of one of the librarian's, atleast her fall was broken. "Geh Sonuva..."

Putting so much pressure on the beast, when it vanished, he fell as well. Running over to the girl and the librarian, who seemed to be more hurt than himself, he asked, "Are you ok Captain Stalker?"
It seemed like forever since he was his informal with someone. He let out a reassuring smile to the girl. He should of thought of her size before he suggested that plan. She could of easily been killed. No! She's too strong for that.

"I', fine but I'm not too sure about my sword." Sketch was an idiot. He shouldn't use a sword that wasn't used in years. Any longer holding the beast down and his sword would have broke. The sword looked like it was used in a major war or something. It didn't help that there was green goo all over it.
"Oh well. It's only a sword. They can be replaced, lives can't." Sketch was truly happy Stalker was ok. He didn't know why, but he was becoming quite fond of this girl, even if she creates destruction almost everywhere she goes.
"Shall we head back to headquarters?"