#3vs1

                  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘,   &  as  if  conjured  by  dark  magic,  the  three  remnants  ease  into  the  room.  in  the  limelight,  they  almost  look  like  replicas  ──    adorned  with  silver  hair,  black  leather  &  serpentine  eyes  ──   but  their  personalities  alone  couldn’t  be  anymore  different.   when  adam  speaks,  the  youngest-looking  one  is  the  first  to  answer,  muttering  in  a  low,  gentle,  yet  borderline  mocking  tone,    ❝    would  you  look  at  that... ?   it  can  speak.    ❞    the  man  on  the  right  suddenly  laughs,  resting  a  lone  gloved  hand  against  his  chiseled  stomach.  he  is  clearly  not  intimidated  by  the  monstrous  human  nor  the  majestic  arsenal  of  high-tech  weaponry,  taking  a  few  nonchalant  steps  forward  as  the  last  remnant  follows  closely  by,   being  both  silent  &  gracious,  just  like  a  smiling  fox. they  stop  directly  before  adam  when  the  burly  one  speaks,    ❝    oi !   kadaj !   can  we  play  with  this  one...  ?   ❞   looking  over  the  broad  shoulder  in  hope,  the  youngest  retrieves  a  flip-phone  out  of  his  pocket  &  gives  a  simple   ‘  mhm  ‘   as  an  answer,  nigh  instantly  painting  a  sadistic  smile  across  those  pale  lips  in  turn.  now,  looking  back,  serpentine  eyes  shine  with  new-found  excitement  all  the  while  the  accompanying  remnant  ever  so  casually  retrieves  his  velvet  nightmare;   a  long  silver  handgun  ornamented  by  two  sharp  blades.  it  glimmers  wickedly  in  the  neon  lights,  more  so  when  tauntingly  aimed  at  the  infamous  ‘  butcher  ‘   of  shinra. ❝   heh.  don’t  break  on  me  too  soon,  okay?   ❞    not  really  waiting  for  an  answer,  the  burly  man  charges  ahead  &  he  does  so  within  a  blink,  quite  literally  re-appearing  before  adam  in  a  series  of  after-images  &  fired  gunshots  just  to  punch  him  in  the  stomach,  most  shockingly  sending  the  titan  flying  straight  into  an  iron  wall  on  the  opposite  end;    ❝    hehe  !     ❞     kadaj,  on  the  other  hand,  never  looks  up.   among  the  mixing  sounds  of  laughter,  bullets,  &  booming  metal,  the  young  remnant  simply  stays  back  &  continues  to  browse  through  the  map,  attempting  to  locate  rufus’s  possible  location.   @k-adaj

❝ ── you little fucks. ❞ the voice which surfaced was an unsettling amalgamation of growls, whispers, digital and guttural altogether. galvanized steel hands that were far too large for a human emerged, each hydraulic claw selectively pierced into the edges of the protruding hole that once absorbed his incoming impact. adam's towering and broad frame came out unscathed, save for a few blemishes on the paint, all following an ensuing explosion that spewed out a torrent of blazing inferno which engulfed his unfazed countenance. ❝ maybe you'll be worth my time after all. ❞ praise, a dangerous prize when awarded by someone who relished keenly on death when resolving disputes.

Adam's cybernetic eyes, lenses exuding an unnatural blood saturated hue, flickered as he surveyed the immediate area, processing the scene with cold, calculated efficiency. His advanced targeting systems rapidly analyzed these three potential threats standing before him. Each target was subjected to an indiscriminate barrage of data collection: biometric readings, threat assessments, and tactical analysis in order to formulate individual portfolios.