Chapter 1: Rise to Combat
With a bright flash of light, and a loud cackling of energy Ector appeared in the air, and crashed into a small garbage pile.
"Oh... This sucks. That woman could at least warn me before this stupid shit happened." Ector said as he sat up and began walking around the area.
"What a strange place..." He thought. "The buildings, the people... they look so different. Guess this the world C.C. mention."
"Filthy Eleven!" a crass voice yelled out, Ector turning with a frown to find three street punks picking on a street vendor, one of them stamping on a discarded hot dog "You call this a hot dog? Tastes like Dog SHIT!"
"I'm sorry sir!" the man mumbled, Ector's eyes narrowing as he realized the man was a local Japanese. His eyes narrowed further as he realized that nobody was saying anything about the man's treatment, if anything, they acted like nothing was happening at all.
"Saying sorry won't get the taste of shit out of my mouth!" the punk snarled, kicking the crouching man in the stomach, stamping on his back as he fell over, coughing "Dammit, you need to learn your place you little-!"
"That's enough." Ector growled, the veteran having heard more than enough, his hand clamping down on the taller man's shoulder, harden eyes narrowed in anger as he glared up at the bully.
"Who the hell's this guy?" the punk growled, turning around and swatting Ector's hand off his shoulder, his buddies sidling up next to him, the three of them towering over the shorter teen, gangster faces on full blast "You sticking up for this Eleven, huh?"
"Back away from him and go about your business." Ector stated coldly, looking into the thugs eyes without a hint of fear, despite being outnumbered three to one "If you don't, you'll regret it."
"That so?" the punk scoffed, bending over slightly, bringing him eye to eye with the shorter man, his right finger poking Ector in the chest "What'cha gonna do huh? Kick me in the shi-NGH!"
Calmly, his eyes never leaving the thugs own, Ector reached up and grasped the man's finger, twisting it with a savage crack, the joint snapping as he bent it at an unnatural angle, the tip pointing up at the man's wrist.
"That's the only warning you're going to get." Ector stated, as the thug collapsed, holding his injured limb to his chest, his buddies kneeling next to him, looks of shock on their faces "Get lost."
"I'll remember this!" the punk snarled, racing off alongside his buddies, his hand clutched to his chest as he weaved through the crowd, spouting obscenities at anyone that got in his way.
"Worthless scum." Ector muttered, snorting dismissively at their retreating backs, casting a dark glare at the shocked onlookers, forcing them to avert their gaze as he knelt next to the panting vendor "Are you alright?"
"H-hai…" the panting Japanese man gasped, only to shake himself, looking up at his rescuer in alarm before switching fearfully back to the Britannian language, a bright, fake smile on his face as he clasped his hands together "I mean, yes! Thank you kind sir!"
"Not a problem." Ector assured him in his own language, causing the man's smile to falter in shock as he helped the vendor up, handing him his hat "You should avoid trash like that, they'll pick on anyone to make themselves feel big."
"I'm used to it sir." The vendor assured him, restoring his paper hat to his head with a saddened smile, his eyes weathered with tolerance and resignation "After all, this is my lot in life."
Ector said nothing, turning on his heel and walking away after making sure the man was all right, the teen munching on a complimentary hotdog as he made his way through the streets.
'Could use a little more seasoning. Too late for that now' He admitted, swallowing the last bite in one go, tossing the paper into a nearby trashcan as he made his way deeper into the crowd.
Unbeknownst to Ector however, the altercation with the thugs had NOT gone unnoticed. A teenage girl, dressed in a sleeveless pullover and skirt, a large hat pulled over her crimson hair and a bag of groceries held in one arm, gaped at the teen in awe from behind her fake glasses, one hand diving into her pocket, whipping out a blue cell phone.
"C'mon-c'mon…" she muttered, her narrowed eyes never leaving Ector's face as she followed at a distance, watching him move through the crowd like a tiger stalking it's prey "Pick up already you green-haired bi-!"
"Kallen?" a female voice replied on the other end of the line, tone bland and bored, as if the speaker had known she was about to call "Is something the matter? Were you unable to find what I asked for?"
"Forget your damn microwave pizzas C.C!" the redhead snapped, careful to keep her voice low, as the walls had ears and she wasn't about to try running in these boots "It's Zero…I mean Lelouch! He's here!"
"Are you certain?" the voice demanded the once bored tone suddenly alert "Are you certain it's not just a passing resemblance?"
"Look for yourself!" the redhead insisted, whipping her phone round and snapping off a shot of the teen's face with her camera, sending it to the other woman's cell "Unless he's got a long lost twin brother we don't know about, that's TOO good to be a passing resemblance."
"I see…" the second voice muttered, sounding oddly distant "Follow him Kallen, try to approach if you can but DO NOT blow your cover."
"Understood." The redhead muttered, hanging up the line and moving into the crowd at an easy, but determined pace, her eyes locked onto Ector's back the entire time, a storm of emotion raging behind them.
In an undisclosed location, a green haired woman gazed solemnly at the image on her text screen, her golden eyes looking over the pale, almost regal features of the teen.
'It seems you have finally arrived to this world…Ector…' she muttered, one finger reaching out to trace the line of the image's jaw, her eyes softening as she gazed at the crimson, Geass-emblazoned right eye framed by ebony hair 'It seems our contract is valid… like Lelouch'
Suzaku sighed as he walked down the street, his hands in his pockets as he followed the crowd, simply walking along the streets of the Shinjuku settlement without any actual purpose.
The Knight of Seven had slipped away from his escort, wanting to spend at least ONE day on his own before he had to carry out his duties here in his homeland. Of course, with his recent fame, it wouldn't have been wise going out without dressing down, as the last thing he needed was to be mugged by the paparazzi…or worse, his fangirls.
There were things that even the Knights of the Round feared, even the bloodthirsty Luciano and playboy Gino, and a stampede of hormonal fans, of both genders, was one of them. Hell, even Bismarck knew better than to set foot in public outside his Knightmare, or whatever transport he'd arranged, without disguising himself somewhat.
Not that the man ever went out much mind you, as he took is duties as the Knight of One VERY seriously.
As it were, Suzaku was wearing the same outfit he'd worn shortly after having his name cleared for the murder of Prince Clovis, the same day he'd first met Euphemia. He flinched at the memory of the princess' smile, how he'd caught her out of mid-air when she'd leapt out of a window to escape her sister's surveillance.
'Stop it.' he muttered, placing his sunglasses on his face as he walked out onto the street, hands in his coat pockets 'What's done is done, she wouldn't want you tearing yourself up about it…'
Shaking his head, the Knight of Seven slipped into the crowd, simply going with the flow, allowing his feet to carry him around the settlement, letting the old memories wash over him. It was almost nostalgic, the memories of his date with Euphemia and of the many excursions he'd made here during his infrequent time off form the military, hovering briefly before his eyes as he let them wander over the various stores that lined the bustling streets.
'There's the ice cream parlor the president told me about.' He noted, recalling the flirtatious daughter of the Ashford family with a wry smile 'I wonder how she's doing…being engaged to Lloyd can't have been easy…'
There were other shops as well, such as a bookstore he'd gone to with Lelouch, back before either of them had known they were enemies. And there was the pet store where he'd purchased all those treats for Arthur, his cat, back when the council had adopted the feline into their hierarchy.
The fact the cat had as much say at their meetings as Suzaku had rankled at first, but he'd soon realized it was simply the Ashford heir's way of teasing him. Maybe.
'You never could tell what she was thinking.' He reasoned, shaking his head in bemusement at the many times she'd rendered him speechless, as he stood at a Crossroads, waiting for the light to change 'Hell the only one that could giver her a run for her money is Lloyd.'
The lights changed, the crowds on either side of the crossroads moving towards one another at a sedate pace, Suzaku mingling easily into his own, walking along with his bemused expression still on his face.
For a split second, time seemed to slow to a crawl, the Knight walking along without a care in the world. Then a figure in a black jacket appeared beside him, walking amongst the crowd headed in the opposite direction, the two of them passing, almost cheek-to-cheek, right in the middle of the road.
Suzaku froze, his bemused expression replaced by a look of haunted shock, his eyes widening as the stranger continued past, the sheer impact of the teen's eye stabbing into his brain like a hot poker.
'It can't be!' he swore, eyes wide and pupils receding to pinpricks, as the face of the man flashed through his mind, summoning images from the depths of his memories of an identical teen leveling a gun at his face, eyes wide with desperation 'He's suppose to be under watch by the special forces! What the Hell is he doing here!'
Whipping around, the Knight of Seven scanned the crowd behind him carefully, pushing through the throng of bodies, offering curt apologies as he went, his eyes locked onto the black Overcoat he recalled the target wearing whenever he was free.
"Excuse me!" he apologized, pushing startled pedestrians out of his path, only to curse as he realized the man was gone, a flash of red drawing his eyes to an escalator, his eyes narrowing as he got a better look at the target's profile.
'It…isn't him?' he thought, eyes wide with shock as he recognized that this 'Lelouch' has a thin-bearded, calm face, framed by black hair, a look of regal detachment adorning the teen's features. But when he saw an image in his eyes, He saw something that has scarred his memories.
'Geass.' He thought with distaste
Whipping out his mobile, he dialed in a priority one call to the local authorities, using his override code as a Knight of the Round to bypass the screening center altogether.
"This is lieutenant Matthews of the Shinjuku sector police department," a crisp voice acknowledged, seemingly laced with disapproval at this break in procedure "Who is this? How did you access this line?"
"This is Suzaku Kururugi, Knight of Seven of the Round." The Knight muttered, earning a few looks of surprise from those within earshot "Lieutenant, I've uncovered a situation that needs immediate handling…"
Crap!' Kallen cursed as she fell back, the redhead ducking into a telephone booth to avoid looking suspicious as she eyed the brown haired Knight of Seven with alarm 'First Lelouch, now Suzaku?'
"C.C" she whispered, pulling out her cell phone and opening a secure line to the witch as she pretended to make a call, her eyes never leaving the Honorary Britannian's back "Trouble, Suzaku's here as well, and he's spotted him."
"No choice…fall back for now." C.C ordered, the immortal witch's tone as solemn as ever over the line "We can't afford to loose you Kallen, return to base for now, He will have to find his own way out."
'That's what I'm afraid of.' Kallen muttered, her features darkening as she recalled how, betrayed she'd felt when she'd seen Lelouch's true face, not to mention the bombshell that followed with the revelation of Geass.
Oh she was confident that, if this really was Lelouch, he could find a way out of this situation without undue stress. The problem was that with Kururugi involved, things could go either way.
And at that moment, Kallen didn't know which she'd prefer to see.
Ector knew he'd picked up a tail, and deliberately played dumb as he weaved through the streets, purposely leading them through the crowds to test their persistence. They weren't amateurs like the thugs he'd faced earlier, no, they moved with a precision that spoke of training, and a tight information network.
Avoiding all the cameras would have been an impossibility, since they were placed everywhere in the plaza, perched up high in order to grant the authorities a bird's eye view of all locations. Eventually, he'd wandered free of the settlement, drawing closer to the industrial part of town, where several half finished building sites littered the area, separated from the slums by a thick, chain link fence and a bridge composed of concrete and steel.
"You can come out now, gentlemen." He greeted, standing in the middle of one such site, his hands in his pockets as he turned to face his pursuers as they stepped into view from around the support columns "Well now, what can I do for you, officers?"
"Be quiet." The apparent leader, a tall, bearded Britannian with a captain's stripes on his collar barked out, standing to the front of his men "By order of the Holy Britannian Empire, you are to be detained, under suspicion of aiding and abetting Terrorists."
"Terrorists?" Ector repeated, quirking an eyebrow, the scar under his left eye twitching slightly in irritation "I think you've confused me with someone else, I only just arrived in Japan today."
"The simple fact that you refer to Area 11 by their forbidden name betrays you." The Captain stated, his men's hands going to their weapons, as he nodded to one of the men behind the teen "Cuff him."
"Yes, my Lord." The MP agreed, pulling out a set of handcuffs and advancing on the Teen, a hand reaching out to clamp onto the teen's shoulder "Now just come quietly kid, and we won't have to-!"
The MP's words trailed away as Ector's right hand came up, grabbing onto the wrist of the hand gripping his shoulder and FLIPPING the officer into the air, heedless of the man's weight, or the fact he was head, shoulders and torso taller than the current Ector, the MP crashing head first into the floor.
"Keep your hands to yourself." Ector growled, glaring down at the man, still holding the dislocated arm, noting that the man's neck was bent at an odd angle, though he was apparently still alive.
"Shoot him!" the captain ordered, several of the MP's going for their firearms, bringing them to bear on the teen. But Ector was faster, and with the strength of his deceptively scrawny body, he pulled the twitching body of the paralyzed officer into the path of the bullets, before leaping out of the way with a spectacular somersault.
'Shit! What is he?' the captain demanded, his teeth gritting as Ector weaved in and out of the gunfire, taking his men down one by one 'He can dodge bullets at point blank range, without breaking a sweat…he's actually defeating grown men twice his size and three times his weight as if they were dolls!'
"Sir!" one of the senior officers called out, firing at the teen from afar, only for the target to use one of his comrades as a human shield "Incoming transmission! The Knight of Seven is on his way!"
"Roger that!" the captain snapped, gesturing for his remaining troops to rally forwards, drawing his handgun "We'll hold him down until backup arrives! Switch to night-sticks!"
The MP's complied, holstering their weapons and pulling collapsible batons from their belts, a press of a button revealing a static discharge. Stun-rods, used to subdue livestock and rioters alike.
Ector made a note of this, his hardened eyes narrowing as he switched tactics mid-fight, his eyes now watching the batons, rather than the officer's eyes in order to determine their next course of action.
When fighting a gunman, most people instinctively find themselves looking down the barrel of his weapon, too focused on the little lead slug that lurks within to even think of working up a strategy. Ector had done the opposite, ignoring the firearms in favor of focusing on their masters, placing himself in positions where it was hard to get a shot off, such as engaging in close quarters, making sure his back was covered, or placing himself so that there was a risk another officer would get caught in the crossfire.
It was a simple, yet highly effective strategy that had unnerved the guards, and made good use of his smaller, lighter size to move swiftly between their ranks, allowing him to get in close to deliver the finishing blow.
One soldier, whom he'd punched in the chest, had his chest cavity collapse inward from the blow, his sternum punched in, the diaphragm collapsed, and the lungs and heart pulped, all from the same blow. Another had his face reduced to a bloody smear on the floor after having it slammed into it, yet another was on his knees, cradling his snapped wrist, his hand hanging limply as his howls pierced the air.
'This is the best Britannian troops have to offer?' the Teen scoffed, delivering a sharp kick to the solar plexus that sent the much taller officer flying across the site, crashing into one of the support pillars, cracking it 'They're better than those soldiers the other day at least.' He dodged a strike from a baton and snapped the man's elbow backwards with the same motion, backhanding the howling MP in the face 'That said, they really aren't that special.'
Suzaku all but leapt out of the taxi he'd commandeered at the plaza, yelling at the man to seek his reimbursement from lord Guilford's secretary, before racing into the Viceroy's palace, his eyes narrowed as he brushed past clerks and soldiers alike, making his way to the hangar. "Cecile!" he called out, storming into the room to find the blue haired technician going over the Lancelot's performance Data "Can the Lancelot be launched?"
"Suzaku?" the woman exclaimed, noting the look on the pilots face with surprise, before shaking her head apologetically "It's just undergone system maintenance, so all it's weapons were removed, but I can get it operational within the next ten, fifteen minutes."
"Hurry." Suzaku insisted, cursing the delay as he turned on his heel, leaving the technician to order the refitting as he made for the pilot changing room that was reserved exclusively for any Knights of the Round that happened to pass by Area 11.
Tossing his coat onto the bench, the Knight of Seven entered the code to his personal locker, revealing his white flight suit and communications headset, pressed and ready.
'I don't know who or what the hell you are.' He muttered, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side with a grim expression 'I'll make sure that THIS time, you WON'T slip away.'
"Im…possible…" the Captain choked, his hands grasping futilely at the hand clamped around his neck like some venomous serpent, which was forcing him to crouch down slightly, his legs limp from lack of air.
"Is this really the best you can do?" Ector demanded, a hint of disappointment in his tone as he glared into the man's eyes, his own laced with boredom "I expected more from the so-called conquerors of the world."
It had only been a matter of minutes since the fight had begun, but nearly all the MP's had been disposed of, some lying on the floor, moaning in agony as they clutched ruined limbs or choked up blood from internal wounds. There were others that had been less fortunate, such as the poor fellow who had been punched so hard he'd crashed into one of the concrete walls, the impact killing him instantly, and leaving a sizeable dent in the wall itself. Now Ector and the captain where the only ones left capable of conscious thought, or at least conscious thought that wasn't marred by agonizing pain, for the moment anyways.
"Now then…" Ector muttered, his tone low as he pulled the man up so they were roughly eye to eye "Perhaps you'd care to inform me why you and your men assaulted me?" he narrowed his eyes as the captain clammed up "Your men are still alive…mostly. That situation could easily change depending on your answers.
The captain flinched, his eyes trailing over the battered forms of his surviving soldiers. They were experienced men that had served under him since they'd been fresh out of the academy; he knew them better than he knew his own children back in the homeland, some of them had children of their own to support as well.
Military procedure always dictated that a mission from a Knight of the Round be completed regardless of the consequences, and that retreating was punishable by execution. But even a blind man could tell that this mission had failed spectacularly, and the Captain's primary objective, other than ensuring the peace in the settlement, was the safety of his men.
"We…were given orders to apprehend you on charges of terrorism." He explained, coughing slightly due to lack of air, prompting Ector to loosen his grip, just a fraction, in order to let the man breath easier.
"You already told me that before we fought." Ector warned the man, tightening his grip briefly to warn the captain not to try anything as redundant as stall for time "I want to know who gave the order."
"It…it was the Knight of Seven," the captain revealed, teeth gritting as he prayed that the military brass never caught wind of this "Lord Suzaku Kururugi, the Seventh Knight of the Round."
Ector's eyes narrowed at that, wondering WHY that name sent a shiver of anger and apprehension down his spine, but brushed it aside "So this Knight was the one that ordered you to capture me?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow sardonically "Not much of a knight if he has other people do his dirty work for him."
"Not…capture…" the captain countered, though he couldn't help secretly agreeing with the teen, after all it was Suzaku's orders that landed his men in this situation "We were sent in…to detain you."
No sooner were these words said did Ector catch the sound of something cutting through the air, the telltale hum of an engine drawing ever closer, though surprisingly, it seemed to be coming from above.
The ceiling cracked, collapsing inwards as something heavy crashed through it. Ector cursed, tossing the Captain clear of the debris, the man landing with a sharp cry, looking up in shock as the teen vanished in the smoke and falling debris.
'He…saved me?' the captain wondered, his once immaculate hair a tangled mess of sweat and debris, his eyes filled with confusion as he gaped at the large chunk of ceiling that had crashed where they'd been standing 'He could've left me to die…saved himself…why'd he throw me to safety?'
His thoughts cleared as a familiar white shape loomed out of the rubble, green eyes cutting a swathe through the smoke as the flight system on its back powered down. 'The Lancelot Conquista!' the captain gaped, staring up at the experimental Knightmare Frame, the personal weapon of the Knight of Seven 'So he finally showed up did he?'
"S-sir!" a pained gasp called out, the captain turning to find one of his men standing nearby, supporting another over his shoulder. The other survivors were lined up behind him, those that could supporting their comrades as they were able "What should we do?"
The captain turned back to gaze at the Lancelot, his eyes widening as he espied a familiar figure in a red jacket standing atop the rubble, apparently matching glares with the white mech, his regal features bathed in a beam of light.
"Sir?" the MP queried, following his commanding officer's gaze to the target, looking on in a sort of terrified awe at the teen that had, so easily, defeated their squadron "Should we assist Sir Kururugi?"
"No." the Captain countered, earning looks of shock from the men as he shook his head, turning his back on the glaring opponents and returning his hat to his head "Help the injured, we're moving out."
'Let the Knight of Seven handle his own messes.' The Captain muttered, his eyes narrowing at how close he'd come to being killed by the Honorary Britannian's late entrance 'My first priority is the safety of my men.'
While the surviving MP's slipped away, two unlikely figures glared at one another, the whole world ceasing exists outside their field of vision.
One, a dark haired teen with mismatched eyes, one a regal brown, the other a sigil sporting crimson, stood atop a pile of rubble that had once been the ceiling, or rather several upper floors, of the unfinished building he'd been fighting in a black overcoat and black pants. The second, a brown haired, green eyed teen in a white flight suit, gazed down at his opponent from inside one of the most formidable Knightmare Frames in the Britannian Military, his eyes narrowing as he took in the youth's features.
'this man…without a doubt has Geass. but he's not Lelouch.' Suzaku muttered, taking in the regal features, marred only by the scowl on his face and the small, jagged scar under his right eye, which glowed with the Geass crest.
"Quite the dramatic entrance." Ector called out, his voice reaching the Knight of Seven through the speakers inside the Lancelot's cockpit "I certainly wasn't expecting a white Knight to come barreling in from on high."
The Knight of Seven leveling the Lancelot's Veras at the teen, features settling into a neutral frown as the targeting reticule locked on.
"Well now," the Black-clad teen noted, quirking an eyebrow, apparently not the least bit threatened by the high powered laser cannon in his face "Nice toy you have there, I didn't know the Britannian Military employed tin soldiers." His gaze returned to the Lancelot's face "What's the matter? Too scared to face me on your own?"
"Call it erring on the side of caution." Suzaku countered, his tone level as he narrowed his eyes at the teen's blasé attitude "however I have to place you under arrest."
"Under arrest?" Ector repeated, quirking a brow in confusion. "I don't think so tin man, and I don't see how a little gas would bother a guy that smashes through roofs, almost killing his own men."
Suzaku flinched, averting his eyes to a side monitor to discover that yes, there WERE several MP's hobbling away from the site, some of them covered in dust, all of them eyeing the Lancelot with fear. "I'll apologize to them later." He countered over the speaker, the Lancelot's head snapping back to lock gazes with the black-clad teen "But first, get your hands behind your head, I won't ask again."
"There you go with that shit again." Ector muttered, shaking his head as he placed one hand on his hips "I'm telling you, I don't take shit from no one." He narrowed his eyes at the mech "My name's Ector and I sure as hell aren't getting on my knees for a Britannian wind-up toy."
"So that's how you want to play it." Suzaku muttered, his gaze hardening, tugging on the control yokes, commanding the Lancelot's left arm to reach out and grab the teen "Then by order of the Britannian Empire, I hereby arrest you for-!"
He trailed off as Ector leapt back, dodging the oncoming hand and soaring up onto one of the damaged floor beams on the next level, landing daintily on one foot, the other following suit.
'How the hell?' Suzaku gaped, his green eyes widening with stunned alarm as he gaped up at what he'd assumed was his revived friend on the next floor 'That's the third floor! No human could jump that high!"
"You think you can catch me with that overgrown toy soldier?" Ector called out, one hand in his pocket as he smirked down at the Lancelot from on high "It's big, I'll give it that much, but even a Clanker was felled by a stone." The black-clad teen said his eyes hardening as he pulled the purple crystal from his jacket pocket, holding it to his face "And I think you'll find MY stone more than enough to defeat a single tin soldier."
Before Suzaku could summon a reply, the brown eyed teen held the crystal over his head, the wings of the gem opening, as if in flight, as the crystal began to glow.
'Come to me. Come to your new wielder
' He thought in his mind.
In a cave near the coast of Japan, a sheathed O-katana was laying on a rock until a bluish purple aura surrounded it and it pulsed. It was kept in a black metal scabbard with a yellow tie hanging from the bottom of it. The wrapping around the hilt was white with black diamond pattern going down the cap to the guard, which like the cap was a brass color.
The sword then floated into the air and it headed for the demonic aura it sensed.
At the building, Ector's left hand was still stretched out and a gleam appeared from the sky and then an O-katana headed straight for the black haired teen and it landed into his hand. Ector felt the sword pulse in his hand and heard a voice whisper to him.
'A warrior fallen from grace. The power of darkness gives birth to new weapons and skills.
In Ector's mind, flashes of a man with slicked back spiky white silver hair, a blue trench coat, wearing all black and an O-katana in his hand was standing on the platform of a tower while rain fell from the sky.
Another flash appears and he sees the man performing a series of teleporting and slashes while killing strange creatures and then fighting a man with silver white hair like him only it wasn't slicked back and was wearing a red trench coat and fighting him with what looked a claymore connected with a skeleton that appeared to be the guard and hilt.
The last flashback that appears is with the man's hair similar to the man in the red trench coat with his sword stabbed into the other man's torso and says this.
'Might controls everything and without strength you can't protect anyone or anything, let alone yourself.' The flash backs ends after that while Ector stares at the blade.
"Enma Katana: YAMATO!"
A flash of purple light filled the air, Suzaku cursing as he shielded his eyes with his arm, the Lancelot mimicking its pilot with the arm that held the Veras. Or rather, it TRIED to, Suzaku looking on in horror as the severed limb crashed to the floor, still holding the weapon in its hand.
'What?' he gaped, whipping round to look for Ector, only for a proximity sensor to go off, the Knight's gaze turning upwards to gape at the figure standing on the ledge above him.
He stood over two meters tall, covered from head to foot with Red and Black armor with Gold trim around the feet, shoulders and face. His helmet was almost identical to the infamous mask that had terrorized the Britannian forces in Area 11, Zero, but possessed a wing-like Knight's visor over the eyes, which glowed a mechanical purple with Geass symbols engraved in each socket. ((Think of the Gawain, The black Knightmare)) Behind him looked like a blue ghost-like spirit, but it took the shape of a demon warlord. ((Think of Nero Devil Trigger Form))
Ector then started to slowly walk towards the Lancelot. He then speaks in a dark and cold tone. "The moment my body changed and my blood, rage, and power awakened… a voice echoed in my head saying…"Power"…"Give me more power"…
" He says, in a modulated voice identical to Zero's tone, but stronger, and laced with dark intent walking towards the frightened Suzaku while Yamato's pulse becomes faster.
"If I become a demon… then so be it. I'll do whatever it takes to protect the people I care for, even if it means me being an exile. I will not let scum like you put your filthy hands on anyone I care about.
" He says and places his left hand on the sheath and his right hand on the hilt.
" Ector spoke, as he takes out and twirled the O-katana overhead with one hand, while the spirit was copying the same movement with its own O-katana, leveling the tip at the Lancelot's face "Shall we proceed, Tin man?