#bfir

It was already quite late in the evening when Braeden made her way over Eastern territory towards the Border. She'd been doing a few smaller and easy jobs lately to be able to spend more time with Yixing trying to hunt down the Westerners that had almost cost him his life. Well, mostly they were trying to find the animal shifter that had ripped out part of his shoulder, because she wasn't in any mood to encounter the smoke deflector again. Damn that man, she could understand now why Seunghoon still hadn't managed to kill his Target. In truth it had always been something she'd looked down on him for - how hard was it to kill one Westerner? - but now that she'd seen the creature's ability in action, there was nothing she could berate Seunghoon for anymore. The deflector was like an invincible being, simply because anything and everything you threw at him would be evaded instantly. And somehow he still found time in between to attack others too. That Seunghoon had survived until now, that was the actual miracle here. Somehow he'd managed to try and attack his Target so often without ever being shot in return. Because she'd never heard many stories of Seunghoon entering the hospital, nor did she see his name in the Healing Chamber's loggings often either.

But well, all that aside, small jobs were finished quickly and got boring quickly too, so she'd decided that day to go help out the Border Guards a little. Maybe that would give her a bigger chance of shooting some ugly Westerners. So, with her weapons strapped on and her guns tucked safely away into her belt, Braeden calmly made her way over to the Border. It was a short conversation with the Guard Captain that told her where she had to be and who she would be serving as backup for. Jinwoo. One of the good ones. He'd killed his Target about three years ago and had thereby been officially accepted by his father - a man who only took on those children he fathered who managed to take down their significant Westerner. An admirable policy, if you asked Braeden, especially since the ones who couldn't manage would be dead soon anyway. She'd met Jinwoo several times before, had also attacked Westerners with him before. He was a good fighter, even better killer, and he suited right up in her alley of people she would befriend. Which was why she had, at least in her mind. She never shied of going by his Guarding place to check up on him and see if he was paying attention to his duty. Mostly because nice and fun conversations came out of that sometimes too.

One flaming fireball came particularly close to burning him alive, but then of course his defence mechanisms kicked in and the ability he still had not been able to learn how to control made half of his side and one full arm and leg part for the danger in a wisp of smoke. Yifan was still a bit baffled by the easiness with which his body gave up on its solid state in order to protect itself - even more so because sometimes he wasn't even aware of the fact that he needed protecting but his body just did so. Giving the woman who reappeared out of the fire an almost sad look, he still lifted the hand in which he held the gun - one he only had on him because his parents had always taught him to do so and the habit just stuck - and aimed for her upper leg. A shot there would hurt like hell but would not damage her irreversibly like one in the kneecap could do. The other option he had, however - a shot right between the eyes or something to the likes of that - was an option Yifan preferred not to take. But before he could really aim and shoot, something whisked right through him once again, from the left this time, and the gun easily fell out of his now smoky fingers, hitting the floor with a thud but luckily not firing a shot because of that. Making quick work of kicking the thing out of anyone's reach so that his opponents wouldn't be able to shoot them with it either, he turned his head then to look for Lyn.

His cousin - their mothers were sisters, although only half and possibly someone had been adopted somewhere in that family too, but who was keeping track, really? - now had a living flame going up to her, something even the animal shifter couldn't really do much about. So Yifan put himself into motion once again, pushing himself for a sprint and simply jumping on top of the woman. Granted, the moment his solid body touched the fire, it turned into smoke once again, but he blocked the East clan woman's view long enough to distract her from his cousin once again, like he'd been doing the whole time so far. Lyn's job was to take care of the dude who apparently did electric shocks - he couldn't feel those either, although they turned his insides into smoke occasionally and that felt ... well, airy, really - and Yifan's job was to keep the female occupied until Lyn would be capable of taking her out too. Because everyone in the whole wide West - their clan, not the sandy plains from the legends - knew that Yifan wasn't a fighter, let alone a killer.

Breathing out a deep sigh when the woman turned to him once again and became yet another flaming fireball, he closed his eyes as she went through him, feeling the lightness of his weightless form for a moment before he returned to being himself. The sensation was so natural to him by now, but he still remembered the first time it happened when he'd accidentally almost cut his finger. The knife had gone right through, moving his body apart with the air current in wisps of smoke-like matter. Now every so often someone would think it funny to stab something through him to make it work out like that. Oh and one dude in particular found an intense pleasure in hunting him down to try and shoot whatever could come up in his mind through Yifan. But then again, that man was his Target, the one he was supposed to kill and the one who was out to kill him. There wasn't much else you could expect from someone like that. Although he did feel guilty for all the buildings that had been destroyed so far because the missile didn't hit him but whatever was behind him. This woman, on the other hand, had no reason whatsoever to wish him harm other than the fact that she lived on the East side of the River and he lived in the West. Still, she was the one trespassing in West territory, so why was she being so difficult about this all? It blew Yifan's mind sometimes how people had such a hard time sticking to the rules. Everything would be so much easier if they would for once.