Senzaluc Government Circle, Sendan
Zai
The moment Zai cut the flag from the House of Golden Blood, the fight seemed to go out of the Sendan. Tanks that had just rolled up started to back away. They still fired upon her, but Zai had so hardened her armor over the last five years, not even their ether rounds could do more than glance off the surface if they didn't score a direct hit.
It would take someone with an actual offensive core to do that.
Within the bounds of her sensory awareness, she felt the remaining Espadas. She'd expected a hundred, but there were only about sixty here. Well, maybe thirty now.
Deciding she had just a few moments to spare, Zai extracted a "gift" she'd brought the Sendan from her pack.
