Considering that specific incident involving his mun, Buster Gallon, Buster gallon’s mun, and Ghost’s mun. He had come to take his long overdue revenge. It was the circumstances that held him back, but now he had the proper time.
Just a quick elimination, it was simple. Considering that they were all caught off guard… he hoped his Mun didn’t warn them beforehand of his soon to be visits. That pest. If his sense of were timezones right… it should be nearing night for this one. He raised his head - looking up from his personal device, and finding himself in front of the church where they should be staying. He turned his device off and subspaced it.
He didn’t knock, though he entered the church unannounced. It was surprisingly more spacious than he thought. Glancing around, he thought he saw… movement? Amongst the pews?
The outlaw raises his sword without hesitation. Sending it the subconscious command to turn into a blaster. No words were to be said, he speaks when needed. It was a quick in and out.
Deus Machina, Deus Machina she wasn't prepared for this. She knew one day she had to leave the Church but not this early. Oh, how could this be? One of the most known outlaw on Machina- INSIDE HER CHURCH?! How is she supposed to survive?! She can easily notice the shadow of his towering form, shown by the moonlight as it stretched out menacingly throughout the halls.
She rushed passed the pews quickly, hiding behind a pillar with her processor running fast for an escape route. She can't just leave, she's too small. Way- way small. And her real body.. she can't just get out as a drone! Oh how could this be? Ghost had to think fast, she can't risk losing her life again.
It was dark, with no light in the Church that she had grown used to. Maybe she can use the shadows to slip past and get her body? Oh no, but any sound would echo throughout the whole ruined building.. But maybe if she just stayed quiet- but she'll be easily spotted with such bright optics and paintjob! Or- Deus Machina she can hear him lift up his weapon and-
No. No, there was no other choice really.
With hesitation, she took a deep vent and looked slightly behind the pillar, crouching down to be as quiet as possible..
Only for the painful 'creaaaaaaak..' from her rusty joints to ring out.
There were really no other options now.
She bolted, ran as fast as she can without looking back. She knew this place like her dirty servos- she has to get away!
