Operation: Shadow Purge [CHICAGO: NORTH SECTOR EVENT]

The chaos was unnerving. All around her, there was death, there was suffering, and a demonic stench that clouded the air and made the atmosphere feel heavy under the might of its dark and unyielding presence. Before Sofia could make it closer to Nilflheim’s location however, a towering figure would have made herself visible across the field due to the sheer size and the power it possessed. Easily about twenty meters tall or so, the titanic creature was a difficult sight to miss. More importantly, the dark spiritual energy she spewed was enough to make one wary, and one’s actions purposely elusive as a precaution to the attacks the being could muster. While it was merely a hunch, the dark and malicious intent Sofia sensed gathering around her, seemingly clouding the senses metaphorically and stuffing the air as a foul stench would, would be all the clarification she needed to confirm the drive and intent of the creature. Albeit perhaps mistaken, chances were, the creature did not mean for a peaceful encounter, as its following attempt at a lethal attack would indicate.

With a swing of her huge sword and a stomp on the ground, everything around the city seemed to tremble under the might of its existence. Devoid of care in regards to who it harmed, be they alive or dead, the creature seemed intent on culling anything that stood on its path. Unfortunately for it however, it was the Quincy who’d do the culling that day.

Sparing no words for the titanic being that seemed without an intent for dialogue either, the musical prodigy would simply display a subtle smile in response to the titanic appearance. Granted Sofia’s minuscule size in comparison to the demonic titan, and all the large scale destruction the latter caused to her surroundings would have made it a daunting task to discern subtle movements, let alone very fine changes in facial expressions such as a whisper or a smile. And so, wasting no time to avoid the nigh inevitable chance of perilous injury, Sofia would quickly deactivate her seele schneider and tuck it back into its rightful place. From one of her small bags she would retrieve a Ginto tube before pressing her hands together.

“Let’s hope you can dance, Engelscheibe.”

The words were spoken as a mere whisper. To discern the words either by audible or visible means would require an individual to be extremely close and rather cognizant of Sofia herself. Standing at a distance or being focused on an amalgam of events and circumstances would have made understanding her nearly impossible. Soon as she was done speaking, she would pull her hands away from one another. To her left, a large rapidly spinning disk, almost about as large as herself seemed to turn and spin in haste filled with dense amounts of reiryoku. On her right, her geigenbogen was continuously being moved up and down, as if she was playing her violin not on a wooden instrument, but on the spiritually dense air itself. The Melody’s greatest and most unique skill was that of allowing the environment and everything her energy reached to become a form of musical instrument she could play and manifest the beauty of her music on.

The subtle but purposeful rehearsed strokes of her geigenbogen would cause a surge of musical waves to blossom from underneath her feet, and flourish upwards as petals would on a growing rose. The musical wave pushed and propelled her upwards and into the direction of her choosing. In that specific scenario, she would will herself to be redirected closer towards the titanic female, and by it, likely The Elect herself as well. Just like a growing rose however, the blossoming petals of music that sprouted out and away from the sides of her body, pushed away the chunks of rock that somehow managed to circumvent and turn on angles towards her. The quick misdirection of her music allowed her to maintain a path that was aloof of contact with the seemingly deadly blade of the titan. More importantly, her rapidly spinning Engelscheibe effortlessly crushed, diced, and blended sizable chunks of rock into mere dust that flowed past and beyond her, creating a look that was both beautiful, artistic, and fitting of her unique combat style.

Sofia was an artist that prided herself in creating beautiful artistic ensembles either at the orchestral stage or in the heat of battle. There was hardly ever a misplaced or unrehearsed movement. An accomplished musician hardly ever played without rehearsing or knowing fully well the piece they intended to play. At the very least, she believed they shouldn’t as it was unlike her style. While situations could certainly go awry for her as they had in the past, she maintained the notion that being calm and collected, and allowing her art and balanced movements in battle to reign would contribute to a better paced tempo and outcome in the latter. She had managed to spare her path away from the way of the blade, and deal with the chunks of rocks that rained death around her. Her own beautiful melody was the saving grace, pushing out the mellow noise that threatened to drown the life of the Quincy in the area. While perhaps seemingly out of place, her melody could be seen not only as her way out of harm, but as a potential way to heightened the resolve and fighting spirits of her men, and the rest of the Quincy that so valiantly fought against the demonic stigma that corrupted Chicago with its unyielding and foul spiritual stench. In essence, the soothing yet invigorating tunes of her melody could prove themselves to be rather uplifting for her kind. More importantly, every action, be it offensive or defensive, displayed a graceful and smooth rendition that was alluring to the eyes and fascinating all at once.

As soon as the noise had died out and the chunks of rocks dissipated, the counter attack would present itself as swift and unnerving. Reaching closer in distance to the titanic being, Engelscheibe would be tossed and expanded right after the former action, causing the sharp spinning disk to seem just short of three meters or so in diameter. Though the attack was usually somewhat easy to avoid, it seemed to hold the possibility of being a difficult task for someone as large as her opponent. Beyond that, an attempt to block or stop her technique would likely yield rather unfortunate results due to the nature of the extremely sharp and rotating dense disk of reiryoku. Using that same momentum after the toss however, Sofia would add in the final touch of her performance. Making an extremely fast stroke with her geigenbogen, a musical wave would be created around the outside of Engelscheibe to move it to a completely different and potentially random location to make it more difficult to dodge the latter. Art was beautiful, but it could also be deadly. With her powers and her convictions ever stronger, The Melody would ensure to alert the beast of the beings she had the unfortunate luck of facing up against.