Milo cringed, then swerved away from any potential fire, looking like a scared 8-year-old boy, which he was. However, Hitan moved to shield him from the flames, giving a stern look to Fire. "If you want to fight, fight me," he told the SAMBer. "He's trying to help, and I was the one who gave him the idea. Just prepare for the fact you're not fighting whom you're supposed to fight." But he looked back at the Scorpio Saint, worried. "That didn't do?"
Milo, despite looking frightened, managed to shake his head. "Should I try again?" he managed to stammer, and Hitan shook his head, looking back at the pool of blood that was soaking into the fabric of Galaxian's clothing.
"I want to ask," he added, "the person who put us here in the first place what exactly they did to Galaxian. Without that, all we're doing is performing unnecessary tasks." He perked up, as if thinking of something. "Shaka," he said simply, and his wings extended. With a whoosh, he took off into the air, vanishing.
Shura apparently decided to ignore the trail of fire that Fire had left behind, and in that instant, Silence attacked. She swerved in from the side, tucked her legs in, rolled on the ground, then sliced from behind.
There was only empty air where Shura was supposed to be standing. He reappeared, only a few steps away, and while he was supposed to be panting and out of breath, he didn't even breathe, much less gasp for air. Camus grimaced, and he used a similar move, appearing next to Silence and pulling her away. A swath of light sliced through where she was supposed to be standing, and the ground tore in half, jerking everyone at the scene.
Silence grinned. "Well, the SAMB will need a lot of money to fix that, won't they?" Camus didn't look as if he was in the mood for jokes. Shura's eyes had turned a bright, unnatural shade of red.
"Red's my color, Shura," Milo added nervously, and Silence stifled a laugh despite the situation.