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The three soldiers dropped quickly enough, but miraculously not a single bullet hit their mark on the smiling serial killer himself.

No, Hector thought, ''he dodged them. ''

Diaboli's personal hitman was known to be a merciless psychopath in a fight, but from what Hector had heard he had always been more of an assassin than a fighter. This sudden display of bravery was unlike him. Unless...

''He hasn't been taking those drugs Diaboli gave him. Which means...''

As if to prove his point, Smiler didn't even try to pull back as the SMG was ripped from his fingers, and as the ice froze around the other he let it fall to the ground without a moment of hesitation, all the while grinning that same mad grin.

And then he began to laugh - the crazed laugh of a madman, distorted into a painful grating sound by the voice modulator implanted in the man's throat. His eyes were alight with genuine amusement, even as the corpses of his friends collapsed around him.

"Don't play games with me, little girl. I know who you are. Don't forget, Mettal here worked for us long before you were even in the picture. But to answer your question, there is a certain someone who I think you should fear..."

He pointed upwards, just as the light above him was suddenly cut off as a large object came crashing down from the sky towards them.

"...and his name is Tragoedia."

No sooner had the word left his lips did the rocky ground in front him suddenly erupt in a cascade of flint and dirt as a massive humanoid creature landed from its hiding place in the trees above, its dark green body clad in gold and silver armour plates which seemed to ripple as the sunlight glinted off its surface. Towering over everybody present, the lizard-like machine let out a ferocious roar as a pair of metre-long golden blades shot out from its wrists.

"Please be nice with him," Smiler smirked.

And then the creature attacked.

The newcomer was met with a fearsome storm of bullets as it shot towards them, but if they had any effect it didn't show. Within seconds it had skewered one of Hector's men through the heart and hacked the head off one of Zanipher's researchers, before setting its burning orange eyes on the mercenary king himself.

"Shit!" Hector cursed, releasing a barrage of explosive rounds into his attacker's torso, but to no effect. Above the deafening gunfire, however, he could hear numerous voices shouting in the distance.

"We need to leave! Now!" He shouted, struggling to fend off his seemingly unstoppable opponent. "We don't have the firepower, and more are on their way!"

As Hector wrestled with his attacker, Smiler suddenly appeared out of thin air at the Dragon's side, balistic dagger in hand. In his original place a shadowy man of a green fog-like substance waved at her mockingly before disappating.

"Now that was pretty stupid," he whispered in her ear, before aiming a savage downwards stab into her collarbone.