Author's Note: This is the first chapter that is presented from a perspective other than Grayson, but it's about time we had a more traditional Huntsman experience.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or its associated characters. The characters in this writing so far are all original characters, but I make no claim over the existing characters.

Chapter 6

Evelynn

My team and I rode the all terrain vehicles we had commandeered from the motor pool through the streets, gunning the engines to the max to arrive at the designated meeting point as early as possible. I wanted as much time as I could get to set up and evaluate the meeting location for traps.

Sergeant Green ramped his ATV over some fallen debris to my right, flying through the air and crashing down as we carried on. Eugene to my left rode in his characteristic silence. His completely silent travel contrasted sharply with the aggressive driving we were performing to get around roadblocks and other obstacles that had sprung up throughout the streets of Argus after weeks of fighting.

Even as close as we had become over the last several years, I was still occasionally thrown off by how even the most chaotic actions he performed made less noise than a heartbeat.

As we rode I found myself lost in thought, reminiscing to the times he, myself, David Amber, and Christine Petal had formed team PEAR at Atlas Academy. Back when things had been so much simpler for me. I still missed Christine sometimes, most times if I was being honest with myself.

I liked Sergeant Green, but we just didn't have the same relationship that our original team had been able to achieve. Ahead of me, Green pulled his ATV into a turn far faster than he should have, causing it partially roll up onto the two outward wheels as he stood and leaned into the turn to counterbalance and prevent it from fully flipping.

Eugene and I took the turn at a more normal speed and made up for it by accelerating into the straight away while Green attempted to get all four wheels back on the ground. I shot him a look as I passed, warning him to reign in his eagerness before he cost us valuable time.

-/-

It was mid morning when we arrived at our target, a building three blocks away from the Dust Works Headquarters building that Hyperion had indicated in his note. Each member of my team picked up their ATVs as we arrived, and we carried them into the lobby of the bank we would be occupying for the next several hours.

With the vehicles hidden we climbed up several flights of stairs to the roof, where we would have an excellent view of the designated meeting point. From there we set up our plans and laid out our equipment. Eugene began scoping out the surrounding area, noting down potential ambush points or sniper nests that the enemy may set up in. Sergeant Green and I unpacked the heavy backpacks we had brought with us and began assembling equipment.

First we mounted grappling hooks with belaying lines to the edge of the roof, allowing for a rapid escape in the event of trouble. Next we set up cameras and other recording equipment to monitor the target rooftop. Even though we wouldn't be able to stream the footage anywhere. the analysts would still be interested in high quality recordings of whoever Hyperion was sending to negotiate with us.

Finally we brought out the urban camouflage kit, and began constructing a small shelter for Eugene to hide in while he covered us. The version we had brought was simple, just a mesh net that was colored similarly to the brick architecture that made up a significant portion of Argus' higher income areas. The net would break up the shape of its occupant, making it harder for an enemy scout or sniper to locate Eugene while he took watch.

With our prep work complete, myself and Sergeant Green moved back inside the building to wait. We had arrived just after 1130 hours, so we had a while to wait and wonder what was happening to the contingent that Specialist Phoenix was leading.

At noon we broke for lunch, but neither of us had much of an appetite. Finally after over an hour of waiting with no word from Eugene I tried to initiate some conversation with Green to ease the tensions, something Christine used to do back when she was the leader of our team.

"What's your take on this meeting, Sergeant?" I asked, swiveling towards him in the office chair I had commandeered.

He shifted uncomfortably, then stood up out of his chair and turned around to lean against a desk, crossing his arms across his chest and fixing me with a stare.

"Truthfully ma'am?" He asked "I'm pretty much convinced it's a trap. I know your wonder boy Grayson has his theories and ideas, but let's be real." He held up a finger to point to the note that I was carrying in a pouch. "That note is more vague than an intelligence officer being asked to answer a yes or no question. He didn't even say who he wanted from us in the note. It could be one of their troops, sure. But it could also turn out to be one of our guys and we would have no idea until we were already negotiating."

He turned away from me, finally letting loose the pent up emotions he had been sitting on. "Would we consider trading one of our guys for Lieutenant Amber? I know he's important to the team, and operatives are hard to come by. Especially Atlas Academy trained operatives. But if he wants some specific private or officer from the regular army as a prisoner are we going to just let him have them because an operative is more valuable?"

I crossed my arms defensively. "I'm not going to trade one of our people to him, that's not how we operate."

"Wouldn't you?" He asked, his tone wasn't malicious, but I could hear an undertone of stress cutting into his words.

"I mean really would you not even consider it? If all he wants is some private first class who got like two confirmed kills and he's just really pissed and wants to make an example out of them?"

Sergeant Green stood up and began pacing, but kept his voice low to avoid telegraphing our location.

"It would be objectively a good trade though wouldn't it? I mean sure, we would take the morale hit, but I bet that if you told one of the privates that they could be responsible for saving an operative if they surrendered, then some of them would do it. I bet with your reputation some of them would even thank you for the opportunity."

He placed heavy emphasis on 'your reputation' which stirred up uncomfortable memories of how Team SAGE had developed its reputation. Unlike a lot of operative teams that operated independently of the main army, Team SAGE had been placed in a military role from day one, which had led to us doing a lot of fighting with the general infantry.

I had always emphasized to my team that we needed to use our abilities specifically to protect the soldiers we fought alongside instead of operating independently like most Huntsmen, and that philosophy had allowed us to achieve a significantly lower casualty rate than most teams that worked in military operations. I still hated the casualties that we did take however, and our approach had created an uncomfortable amount of hero worship from some of the more impressionable troops.

I scooted up towards the edge of my chair, enough that my feet could fully rest on the ground instead of just the toes brushing. The chair was slightly taller than was comfortable for me.

"That's not my plan." I answered Green's question. "I hope that he just wants somebody we took captive back and we can all go home happy."

Green shook his head emphatically, the motion caused some of his blond hair to fall in front of his face from where he normally kept it slicked back. His hair pushed the bounds of military regulation, but very few people tried to correct him once they saw the Hammer and Leaf "SAGE" patch on the shoulder of his uniform, and I wasn't inclined to make a fuss over something so minor.

"But what if that's not the case?" He asked. "I'm telling you, I've got a bad feeling about this one, and I'm not usually wrong."

I suppressed an urge to roll my eyes slightly at that comment. The sergeant's semblance was future sight, but only about two seconds into the future. That didn't stop him from claiming that he was a fortune teller though, much to the chagrin of a few of the more gullible personnel according to the reports that I had been forced to review.

I held up a hand to forestall him before he could continue.

"We're not trading lives and that's final Sergeant." I cut him off. "I appreciate your input to the risks, and I promise you that we won't trade him one of our own, no matter what."

He thought about that for a moment, then nodded.

"Good enough for me ma'am." He concluded.

And so the silence resumed as we went back to waiting, worrying about what may be happening to Lieutenant Amber or Specialist Phoenix and his squad.

With only twenty minutes until the meeting time Eugene rejoined us, but reported zero movement, which concerned me deeply. Grayson's assumptions had been at least one enemy tactical team on standby near the meeting point, and a sniper of some variety hidden nearby. If Eugene hadn't spotted them then that meant that either they had gotten here before us, a distinct possibility, or that Hyperion himself was in the area, moving troops under our nose invisibly.

I realized that by letting us stay silent and brood I was being selfish, and a poor leader, so I squared my shoulders and did my best to look confident.

"We work with what we've got then." I declared. And was grateful to see Eugene and Sergeant Green nod, steeling themselves against their own worries.

-/-

We made our way down to the lobby, past our ATVs and out into the street. As we headed towards the Dust Works building I kept a tight grip on Silver Forge, my warhammer, and I noticed Eugene and Green doing the same with their own weapons, Tenebris and Future's Favor.

One inside, I lead the way up the stairs to the roof of the Dust Works building, doing my best to continue to exhibit confidence to my teammates. We emerged from the stairwell into overcast weather, with no one else to be seen. I checked my watch, which showed 1327, still three minutes to the designated meeting time. Eugene moved to join me on the roof but I waved him back into the stairwell, not wanting to expose more people to potential sniper fire.

The minutes ticked by slowly, until at exactly 1330 a figure materialized at the opposite end of the rooftop. Hyperion stood, arms crossed in his signature black and blue powered armor. A long black cape sprouted from the shoulders of the armor, gently fluttering in the breeze behind him. The Mistrali Huntsman was tall, but looked to be relatively slim, though the armor made it difficult to judge his actual size. His rifle was still slung and secured to his right thigh, in position for an easy draw, but not overtly threatening.

I lowered Silver Forge as well, letting the head of the hammer rest on the ground. "Well?" I spoke across the windy rooftop. "We're here, no traps and no tricks, where's Lieutenant Amber?"

He cocked his head and spoke, his voice heavily filtered and distorted into a deep artificial tone by some system in his armor. He was the only one of the seven primary members of the Wings of Freedom that made an effort to conceal their identity, which made some sense considering his semblance made him a phenomenal infiltrator.

"The Lieutenant is fine," He replied scornfully, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And I wouldn't count recording me as 'no tricks' but that's a personal opinion."

I swore mentally, of course he knew what we had set up, he had probably been waiting invisibly when we had first arrived at the bank. For all I knew he could have sat with us in the bank and walked all the way here.

"Been waiting long?" I asked, striving to deflect his comment.

"No, but it's good of you to ask." He replied. "But we're here for a reason, so let's get to it." He leaned backwards against the lip of the low wall surrounding the edge of the roof. "You have someone I want, I have someone you want, but we both need proof of life first."

"Fine" I shot back "You first."

He withdrew a scroll from within his armor and held it up, showing me a video of David. He appeared unharmed, locked in some sort of makeshift cell or cage with a pair of aura blocking handcuffs on his wrists. I studied the environment, noting the rocky walls and dark interior. It looked like a cave of some sort, which gave me hope that Phoenix's hunch was right. In the video, David made a face at the camera, then presented both middle fingers to it.

"Ok" I said, "that's him alright."

He nodded, "Now for what I want. You have recently assumed custody of an individual, I do not know where he is right now, nor do I know what name he is going by, but I want him turned over to me."

I put my hands on my hips. "That's not a lot to go on, I'm gonna need some way to identify this person."

Without a word he held up another picture, this time the face was just as unmistakably familiar. It was Specialist Grayson Phoenix.

-/-

For a moment I was shocked into silence, then everything clicked into place. While I hadn't been expecting Hyperion to want Specialist Phoenix, it made sense if my theory regarding their parallel training was correct.

"You can't have Phoenix." I finally replied flatly, my left hand moving behind my back to sign "Be ready to fight" to Eugene and Sergeant Green.

"Oh?" Said Hyperion, his expressionless helmet cocked slightly to the side in amusement. "So he's still going by that name? That's surprising."

My brow furrowed as I tried to puzzle out the implications in that statement, and whether or not he was just trying to throw me off.

Hyperion closed the scroll and placed it back in his armor, then planted his hands on his hips, squaring his feet towards me.

"Look" he continued "I get that he's probably pretty valuable to you guys, but I want him, and you want Lieutenant Amber back. We don't want another team PEAR situation on our hands here, you know?"

My right hand clenched on the haft of my hammer, and I inhaled sharply. I looked to my right, seeing that Sergeant Green was nearly as pissed as I was about his allusion to our team's former leader. Eugene, unable to read Hyperion's lips behind his helmet, had been missing out on the conversation, but had clearly noticed the shift in our body language.

"I'm not giving you Phoenix." I reiterated. "So either we work out some other deal for Lieutenant Amber's return, or you can go."

"There is no other deal," he replied with a shake of his head. "You give me what I want or your teammate dies. I know you have the authority to give me what I want, you wouldn't have been sent without it."

He was right, the base commander had given me authority to negotiate up to a certain limit.

"Last chance, Evelynn," he spoke. "Give me what I want or say goodbye to Lieutenant Amber. Well, you won't actually be able to say goodbye, but I'll pass it along for you."

My left hand formed the word "fire" in sign language before I could think to stop myself, and from over my shoulder a high caliber bullet whizzed past, flying straight and true into Hyperion's visor. Only to pass through as the illusory man fuzzed slightly, his projection disturbed by the bullet's passage.

"Crap!" I shouted, bringing Silver Forge up into a defensive stance and warily eying the empty roof around me. The illusion brought up a hand, waggling a finger at me.

"Bad idea Evelynn, I was ready to let you go to honor my word. Now I guess I'll be negotiating with somebody else for the entirety of team SAGE."

The illusion winked out, and I was alone on the rooftop. Eugene and Sergeant Green rushed out from the stairwell to join me, but as they were still moving an invisible force slammed into me, knocking me off my feet and sending me tumbling towards the edge of the roof.

Green drew his sword, Future's Favor igniting its fire dust powered plasma edge and swinging it through the air where I had just been, seeking our foe. Eugene leaped upwards and backwards, landing on top of the small structure that held the door to the stairwell, taking up an overwatch position where he could provide fire support to the entire rooftop.

I started climbing to my feet when what felt like an armored boot hit me in the ribs, knocking the breath out of me even through my aura and sending me rolling again. I lost my grip on Silver Forge as I tumbled. This time I tucked into the roll, letting it take me further and bouncing to my feet at the edge of the roof.

I put up my hands in a fighting stance, desperately searching for a target to strike, when a third hit, some kind of bullet, struck me square in the jaw, sending me backwards over the edge of the roof to the ground below.

"Captain!" Green shouted, and Eugene reached a hand towards me from his elevated position. Both were equally helpless as I tumbled, then fell straight towards the waiting asphalt below. I recovered my bearings before I had fallen more than twenty feet and flipped as I fell to land feet first.

My feet hit the pavement at high speed, the force of my impact shattering the street around me into small fragments. As I recovered my balance I saw Silver Forge carelessly tossed off the roof after me.

Indignant, I leapt straight back up, activating my semblance to order the shattered ground below me to leap up after me, allowing me to make a series of high jumps to carry myself upwards. As I traveled back up the side of the building, I reached out to the engraved marble core inside the head of Silver Forge, feeling its familiar presence and summoning it back to my hand.

It leapt towards me eagerly, and as I caught hold of the haft our conjoined momentum carried me through a window on the eighth floor, my own speed not enough to get all the way to the roof.

My aura was significantly drained from the impacts and the fall, that shot to my jaw had hit surprisingly hard, plus combined with the expenditures my semblance had drawn I was down to half my reserve. I charged through the empty offices back towards the stairs, eager to rejoin the fight and pissed off about being thrown from the top floor.

As I crashed through the door to the roof I was greeted with a confusing sight. Sergeant Green was locked in a fight with a half dozen versions of Hyperion, each one dashing in and out with a spear. Many of the hits they landed did nothing, but occasionally one would score a real hit, rapidly draining his aura as it flashed yellow in an attempt to protect him.

Every time the real Hyperion scored a hit he would twist to the side, merging and splitting with the holographic illusions of himself until it was impossible to keep track of where he had gone. Green's semblance of precognition allowed him to dodge many of the hits, twisting and turning around the illusory blades, but it couldn't tell him which ones were real and which were fake, and not even he could dodge all of them.

Upon seeing me re-emerging onto the rooftop, the sergeant switched up his strategy, lunging forwards then dropping to his knees and flinging his head backwards to slide under a half dozen flickering spears. He broke through the circle of illusory fighters, then jumped to his feet and leapt away.

As he twisted through the air he withdrew his pistol from the holster under his left shoulder, rapidly emptying the magazine into the different holograms until he struck the real one. The bullet pinged off Hyperion's armor, not even hitting hard enough to cause his aura to flash, but it served it's purpose.

Having found his real enemy, Green dropped the gun, allowing it to dangle on a retention strap, and flung his longsword like a dart towards Hyperion.

Hyperion's spear snapped up to deflect the sword as it zipped towards him, trailing plasma around the edges. Green landed in a crouch facing Hyperion, his hands going to his belt and withdrawing two throwing knives each.

He held a knife with thumb and forefinger in each hand, and a second between his third and fourth fingers. Eugene and I anticipated his next move, and the two of us leapt to support his attack.

As Green rose from his crouch, he flung the first knife in his right hand towards Hyperion, who ducked to the side to dodge. Eugene followed the knife with a precise shot from his Tenebris, scoring a hit on the back of Hyperion's knee just behind the armored plating.

Dark blue aura flashed to protect Hyperion, who stumbled slightly from the unexpected impact.

Green stepped forwards into the next throw with his left in an underhand throw, then swept his back foot around to twist one hundred and eighty degrees to allow him to throw the third knife in an overhand and the fourth in a side hand. The knives each trailed the same bright red plasma energy as Future's Favor.

Hyperion had ducked under the first knife, but the flurry forced him to step back and to the side to dodge the second and third knives. The fourth knife nearly caught him in the throat, but he brought a forearm up to block at the last second. The impact of the block sent the knife flipping skywards.

I charged forwards, using the distraction of Eugene and Sergeant Green's attacks to close the distance between us and swing Silver Forge in a sweeping blow towards Hyperion's legs.

-/-

Hyperion snapped his spear into a rifle configuration, then leapt into the air in a backflip, cape twirling behind him, and sending a burst of rounds towards Green. The sergeant danced backwards and away, barely able to dodge the shots even knowing beforehand what trajectory they would take.

The recoil of the high caliber bullets pushed Hyperion along the same arc as the throwing knife he had deflected upwards. As he reached the apex of his leap he flipped backwards with one foot extended to kick the knife by the hilt, sending it towards me. The knife skated off my aura, causing my shield to flash bright purple as I charged towards where he would land.

I brought my hammer up and around to slam into where I knew he had to land, but he fired another burst of rounds to the side, allowing him to twist to the side and land just behind me. I recognized the telltale purple puff of gravity bullets from the barrel of his gun, which explained how he was able to produce enough recoil to adjust his trajectory mid-flight, and why the shot I had taken earlier had such an impact.

As he landed behind me he whipped his cape over my head, grabbing a fistfull of it and pulling it tight enough to tangle around my face and neck. He wasn't strong enough to forcibly pull me down, but it still blinded me and knocked me off balance. I stumbled backwards, then released Silver Forge to take hold of the cape with both hands.

I felt a sudden shifting of weight behind me as Hyperion stepped into me, crouching down low and using his grip on the cape to flip me over his shoulder.

I slammed into the concrete rooftop, feeling the composite stone of the surface groaning in protest to the abuse it was facing. A moment later an armored fist cracked into the back of my head, further aggravating my aura and causing a small crack to form in the concrete beneath me. Not concerning myself with the integrity of the roof, I quickly sprang to my hands and knees, getting one foot under me and using it to launch myself upwards.

The grip of the cape forcing me to awkwardly flip forwards around my head. The strange motion finally jerked me free of the cape, but I kept a grip on it as I finished my flip and came up level again. I jerked my arms out wide, splaying the tough fabric of the cape wide, then used my semblance to order Silver Forge off the ground and through the cape.

The hammer leapt to follow my command and slammed into the fabric of the cape. The head of the hammer twisted at my direction, becoming stuck and ripping the cape out of my hands as it jerked Hyperion towards the edge of the building.

The enemy huntsman reached up to his collar as he flew backwards, hitting some sort of quick release on the cape, and let it fly free of him. He hit the ground on his back, then tucked and rolled up into a kneeling position, bringing his rifle up to bear on me. I kicked my right boot downwards, using the rigid armor plating on the heel and cracking the protesting roof beneath me. With the concrete now no longer one cohesive unit, I used my semblance to force chunks of the rooftop upwards, forming a small shield about three feet wide and four feet tall. I ducked down as Hyperion's dust round whizzed over my head or cracked the concrete between us.

A rapid series of gunshots rang out from my left where Randall had recovered his longsword and was now firing his pistol as he advanced, he was joined by the much quieter sounds of Tenebris' shots whizzing through the air.

An illusory cape sprang from Hyperion's shoulders. The cape grew to double, then triple the size of the original cape, spreading out in a wild and unpredictable manner and obscuring Sergeant Green's sight as he charged into melee with a wall of pure black.

Green came in with an overhead slash expecting Hyperion to block with his spear, but instead the sword passed straight through the holographic spear and Hyperion instead sidestepped to catch Green's right wrist with his own right hand.

Hyperion brought his left hand up and took hold of Green's shoulder and kicked Green's leg out from under him pulling him into a spin. The sergeant lost his balance, and Hyperion was able to twist him into a throw, tossing him a dozen feet across the rooftop to crash into the door of the stairwell with a resounding thump.

Eugene attempted to fire at Hyperion from his position above the doorway, but the cape spread itself out again, whipping through the air and concealing Hyperion's true movement.

Hyperion leapt after Sergeant Green, and the cape stretched out behind him to double in length again as he zipped across the rooftop. Green had hit the door hard, cracking his head against the metal and leaving a dent. Just as the sergeant staggered away from the door Hyperion slammed into him from behind. The enemy huntsman's elbow slammed into the Randall Green's head from behind, slamming his into the door a second time and deepening the dent in the thick steel with a resounding *CLANG.*

Sergeant Green's pale yellow aura shattered, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Silver Forge flew back to my hand as I rushed in to rescue him, but before I could make it to them the armored plate on Hyperion's right wrist retracted, exposing a small device that glowed with a sickly green energy. He stepped back from the sergeant, raising his wrist towards me and reciting something in a language I had never heard before.

The energy in the weapon built up to a critical point, then suddenly dissipated as Eugene leapt down from his perch above the stairwell. His cone of silence seemed to disrupt the weapon, or perhaps whatever command Hyperion had been reciting. Either way it protected me for a critical second as Eugene brought Tenebris in its halberd form down in a flying chop.

The blade of the weapon dug into the armor protecting Hyperion's right arm before his dark blue aura deflected it, and he was forced to rapidly pull it back to grip his spear with both hands in a defensive stance. Eugene pushed the attack as I arrived. The two of us swung in unison, not giving Hyperion time to react to our rapid onslaught of attacks. I swung high with my hammer, forcing him to lean backwards away from the strike, then dropped low and lashed out with a sweeping kick that Grayson had taught me.

Hyperion was unprepared for the move, and he fell backwards at the same time that Eugene brought Tenebris down into the gap between chestplate and helmet. Eugene's halberd found its mark, biting into the weak point at the collar of Hyperion's armor and causing his dark blue aura to flash strongly again.

He quickly recovered, kicking Eugene's knee out from under him and rolling backwards out of reach of my next swing to buy himself time to regain his footing. As he came out of the roll he brought his rifle up in a move I had seen Grayson attempt several times, but as I prepared my defense he instead switched to target Eugene, who had just transformed his halberd back into a rifle. Hyperion's rifle spat out a single high powered shot, and I could see a puff of gravity dust exit the barrel as the round flew straight into Eugene's neck.

Eugene's gray aura shattered silently, the energy needed to prevent the bullet from collapsing his unprotected windpipe too great for his shield to withstand. He staggered backwards, gasping for air. I turned back towards Hyperion and charged, literally trying to gain breathing room for Eugene as I used my semblance to produce a shield from the rooftop between Hyperion and Eugene.

I swung in a downwards arc and he dodged to the side, his weapon reforming itself into a spear and nudging my hammer to the side just enough the throw me off balance. He spun around me, the haft of his spear cracking into the back of my knee and driving me into the ground. Then he dashed past me, a pair of aura blocking handcuffs appearing in his hand as he ran towards Eugene.

I collapsed to one knee, then twisted to hurl Silver Forge at Hyperion as he rushed towards the still staggered Lieutenant.

My hammer caught him in the back as he ran, the impact causing his aura to begin flickering as it ran low, and the illusory cape dissipated as he could no longer afford to spend his energy keeping it up.

Hyperion continued his charge, tackling Eugene to the ground. The two fought a silent duel for a moment as they wrestled for control. Hyperion slammed him onto his back, then twisted around to lock his right hand in an armbar, sitting down on the roof and extending his legs to apply weight to my teammate's chest.

The cuffs clicked onto Eugene's wrist, and with a sudden *POP* sound returned. I staggered back to my feet, recalling Silver Forge and charging back in. Before I had made it two steps I saw a brilliantly bright explosion from the mountains where Specialist Phoenix and his team were searching, then a moment later a deafening shockwave hit us.

I braced myself, the roar of the explosion still impressively loud even several miles away. The fight came to a stop as we all looked towards the mountains, then Hyperion, who had taken a kneeling position over Eugene to try to catch his other wrist, spoke in a confused tone.

"How?" He turned to me "How did you find it?" He demanded.

He looked back towards where the explosion had rocked the surrounding landscape. "I have to go" he said, then he wrenched Eugene's arm, snapping the elbow over his knee and cleanly bending the arm ninety degrees in the wrong direction. I could hear the sickening crunch, followed by Eugene's immediate hoarse scream.

I had heard Eugene's voice only once before, and I felt frustration and rage building within me as he cried out in pain. Hyperion stood, aura shield flickering on and off, and released Eugene's mangled arm.

"Don't try to follow me," he said. He sprinted away as I rushed to Eugene's side, recovering his cape off the ground and swinging it around his shoulders without breaking stride. The cape reattached itself to the shoulder of his armor and he leapt off the rooftop, calling out a phrase in that same unknown language as before, then suddenly vanishing halfway down.