Castle
"I guess nobody bothered to clean up my mess…" Shiro noted as she gazed around the main hall; huge chunks of the chandelier littered the floor and the picture of Sanctus still had a gaping hole in it. A smirk pulled at her lips, it was fun destroying that ugly picture in the first place but seeing the damage from the door made her want to giggle a little.
"Or rather…" She tilted her head to the side. "No one bothered to clean up Nero's mess…" she sighed and then shook her head. Now was not the time to be thinking about that.
She made her way through the homemade Sanctus door and peered down over the ledge; the drop wasn't as big as she remembered…probably because the huge door was in the way - no matter, she'd just go through Agnus' lab instead.
The former knight landed in a low crouch and the metal beneath her vibrated a little. Her gaze drifted to the door and she narrowed her eyes. For her, things after meeting Agnus got a little fuzzy; but the soft glow of her bringer was urging her to continue.
Her steps into the factory were slow and cautious, the eerie silence made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end; and despite her quiet steps, they echoed throughout the space. Shiro kept her hand close to Blue Rose and her eyes sharp; there was something in the room with her - she knew it.
WOOSH!
Out comes the pistol, aiming at nothing, but Shiro wasn't about to let her guard down that easy; however, she is surprised by the fact that something is still alive down there.
It's behind her.
Whirl and pull. PING!
"Oh, so it's you…" Blue eyes narrow at the suit of armor. Blue Rose was never very effective against them and with a spin it's holstered again. Shiro cracks her knuckles as the heavy suit gently lands in front of her and she bows with a smirk. "Shall we dance?"
The lance came at her quickly, but the former knight managed to twist out of the way and grab it; she pulled the suit of armor into a spin and watched it fly to the other end of the factory. Naturally, she followed, jumping and hopping from machine to machine to gain the ground she needed faster and confuse her opponent - not that the suits were all that smart to begin with, but smarter than most demons she had faced in Fortuna.
Leap into the air and drop kick, right as the suit is getting back to its feet; the chest plate bends but doesn't break and Shiro has to back flip to avoid the lance again. She skids across the metal floor and charges, pulling the demonic arm back; she ducks under another swing of the lance and throws her fist forward.
The chest plate scrapes against the hard skin of her bringer and the whole suit suddenly collapses into pieces; she pulls the chunk she has off her arm and looks around.
"Seems like he was the only one here," she snorts and spots the door she needs to leave. "This place is still giving me the creeps though."