"That's why you're a hypocrite! You have no idea what it means to suffer! How can you talk about helping others?!" The words of the pink Symphogear were followed by the launching of two large buzzsaws toward me.

They were zooming in my direction at an alarming speed, but I barely paid attention to them, my mind solely focused on the words thrown at me, still, my body moves in autopilot, positioning my feet and bending my body slightly as my opponent's large projectiles flew past me, one of them cutting my cheek a bit.

I was not sure how I was feeling, what I was feeling, I would say upset since it's the most familiar feeling I could link to it, but deep down, I knew it wasn't.

Still unsure of what it is, I walked toward the girl who insulted me, I didn't break into a speeding run toward her or even jogging, just walking, threateningly.

The puzzled look on her face by my act only lasts for a brief moment before the gear looking like twin-tails unfolds, followed by a series of small buzzsaws flying toward me.

I stop, eyeing the salve zooming toward me, spreading my legs a bit while lowering and shifting my center of gravity toward my rear leg, arms in front of me with open hands before taking a deep breath.

Then in a flash, with a flurry of movements, I knock away every buzzsaw threatening me, punches, dodges, elbow strike, edge of the hand and even roundhouse kick, I break and blew away every last one of them that could have touched me. The bewildered look on the younger girl's face was all I need before making my next move; rushing toward her.

Seeing me closing the distance cause her to panic as she begins to skate away from me. I act quickly seeing her moving away from me, grabbing a nearby barricade and throwing it toward her feet, which she managed to dodge before stumbling on what I can only think is uneven ground and falling on her butt while letting out a surprised yelp.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I was already on the move, decided to not let her catch her breath more than necessary. She fully stood up when I was still a few meters away, unfolding once more those twin-tails-like gear with two large buzzsaws at the end and launching them toward me.

I simply duck my upper body, not slowly my running as her attack goes past me until I was in front of her, holding her in place by the shoulders while looking down on her with what I can only assume is a scary expression if the look of horror she was sending me was any indication.

I didn't really care about it, instead, I felt inspired by one scene from Shishou movie before reenacting the act. And just like that, I head-butt the other wielder, crushing her nose against my forehead before letting go of her as she stumbles backward, hands covering her dripping of blood's nose and grunting in pain.

I could tell that it was not perfect, a perfect blow on the nose can easily bring a grown man to the ground, Shishou told me as much on a personal experience. Also hurt like hell he said, so a pain befitting the girl who calls me a hypocrite without knowing anything about me.

The simple reminder makes me punch her square in the face as she was trying to recover, sending her flying across the area, slamming against the apron of the stage scene headfirst before falling on the ground once more.

My eyes shift from her prowled form to my trembling fist, not able to understand why hitting her like that made me feels a bit better as well as the urge to do it again. It then done on me; I was angry, angry at this girl that called me a hypocrite, saying I don't know anything about suffering and that basically, my reason for fighting is hollow.

I don't like her. No, I hate her.

I catch her moving from the ground, struggling into standing up but I won't let her. As she was leaning heavily against the wall of the stage where the audience would stand, I close the distance between us once more before delivering a gut-wrenching punch in her stomach, her body embedding itself into the wall because of the impact as she gasps for her air.

I probably should have stopped her, after all, we are just supposed to incapacitate them in order to capture them, but that thought couldn't have been further away from my mind, only inflicting more pain was at the forefront, and that's what I did.

I throw another punch, this time aimed at her already bloodied face, landing heavily as the head smash against the wall, caving the wall further but it was only the first of the series that follows afterward. Hands that were supposed to reach other people and helping them were currently closed in tight fists in the purpose of hurting someone.

My vision had tunneled on the motionless girl, watching as each of my blows was digging her deeper into the wall, my fists smearing with blood when I hit her face while feeling a sick feeling of joy at the realization and would not be surprised if I was grinning during the whole thing.

I don't know how I managed to catch a glimpse of green while having my eyes solely on her, but I did, and took the necessary step backward, separating me from my prey as the twin crescent blades flew past me at a mere inch from my self.

My eyes move up to the air, to see the green Symphogear that was initially fighting Chris coming down on me, her Armed Gear in a form of scythe held high above her. I dodge the strike with a backflip, separating me further from my initial target before taking a fighting stance once firm on my feet.

"Shirabe!"

Sound reaches my ears once more as I silently watch the girl that interrupts the beating I was giving, attending to her ally, observing the scene my thought turn briefly on Chris-chan, at what happened to her for this girl to be able to attack me and if my senpai was alright.

"How could you do this to Shirabe!?"

Those words snap me out of my thought concerning Chris-chan, I didn't realize that I had calm down until the anger begin to boil once more inside me, the girl pointing her scythe at me becoming a new target for it as well.

Discarding her words the same way they did with mines earlier, I simply charge at her as she affirms her offensive stance to protect the other girl.

She didn't move from her position, waiting for me to be in the range of her Armed Gear and taking advantage of it, a smart and sound plan. Except meaningless, while you can afford to miss with a one-handed weapon since you will still have one arm to follow up or defend yourself with. In the case of a two-handed weapon, missing meant fully exposing yourself.

And right on cue, it happens, the moment I was in her range she swings her scythe horizontally, clearly aiming for my neck but missing, I had already cut my charge short, able to leaning back a step and bending my body backward just enough for the blade to graze my exposed throat.

And now she was off-balance from swinging with all her might. 'Amateur,' I thought as I close the rest of the distance between us and catching her off guard by landing a punch straight across her jaw.

I watch her lose all strength in her limbs as her legs gave up on the blond-haired girl, no doubt that my hit shook her brain, causing a commotion to occur.

Except I was not done, mid-fall, I land an uppercut right under her jaw, the blow lifting her from the ground before I finish with a powerful roundhouse kick, landing straight across her face and sending her fly across the area, freeing the path toward my original target, no longer caring about the disturbance.

Having dealt with it in record time, I focus my attention back on the original vessel of my anger, ready to vent some more on the still seemingly unconscious girl. At least it was my initial thought as I was walking toward her.

Because once in front of her, the feeling was no longer there, seeing the limp form of the girl was no longer procuring the relief I felt initially. Then the image of her calling me a hypocrite flashes through my mind, reigniting my anger as I greet my teeth.

I channel energy in my hand, my Gear answering to it by changing the form of my gauntlet, becoming larger, the same form I used this morning to defeat that special flying Noise. I want to end it, just looking at this girl is enough to sour my mood and I no longer have the desire to deal with her.

It's when I was going to deal with this final strike that I felt a hand on my shoulder, taking my attention away from my target.

"Alright, dummy, stop there, finishing people is really not your style."

When I look toward the new interruption, I was met with amethyst eyes before taking in the face which they reside and then the person which the whole set belong; Chris-chan, my friend, she was still clad in her red Symphogear and was looking at me in a mix of her usual scowl and uneasiness, which is not really surprising, I was acting out of character, I know that much about myself.

"She calls me a hypocrite," I say as if to justify my rather unreasonable actions as my anger flare up once more, looking back to the limp form of the girl; to be quelled right away by my senpai tightening her hand holding me.

"Are you?"

"No, I'm not!" I snap my head back at her to answer her, then doubt begin to invade me.

"Then, you're not. I may not know you for that long but I know that you're not doing this for some kind of self-satisfaction, but with the genuine wish to help other, even your enemies. Though, they might not be willing to listen to you right now, beating them to death is a sure way for them to never be able to."

She cups my face, her thumb whipping the blood on my cheek while smiling fondly at me, something she only does occasionally when out of sight from others to not have to bear much embarrassment from doing this. I simply relish in the soothing effect she has on me, even if her hands are covered by the undersuit from the Symphogear, the last vestige of anger melts away nonetheless.

"Thank Chris-chan," I say to her while breathing a soft sigh.

"Anytime, though maybe we should deal with the last one, those two are clearly out of commission for a while with how good you hit them and our idol seem to struggle a bit with that polyvalent cape of this black Gungnir, hell, she can even protect herself from me, pure annoyance." She finishes with a mock upset tone.

I chuckle at it which prompts the smaller girl to smile wider. "Right, let me get close to her, grab the annoying thing and then you can both go to town on her."

"Work for me!" She grins at me, the gauntlets transforming back to her usual crossbows.

I grin back at my senpai before running to join Tsubasa-san in her fight against the foreign idol.