Operation War Dogs: Colorado

Walking along the deserted Mountain path, covered in the blood of the slain, Magnolia visibly still exuded a faint, but overbearing killing intent. In the past few weeks, how many lives had been slain by the bloody Naginata in her hands? The blessed weapon's cutting edge had been stained brown by all the blood that had dried on it. With a blood-spattered haori, Magnolia emitted the aura of a warrior, her indifferent gaze sweeping across the snow-covered peaks ahead in disdain. As if she couldn't believe the mountains in front of her, had the audacity to separate her from her mission.

This world was too beautiful for the menace that had invaded it. Seeing the austere sight that surrounded her; glistening pine tree's dusted with snow, intimidating cliffs that reflected the suns glare, lynx and cougar darting after goats across the mountainside, all of it only hardened her resolve.

For a while now, bits and pieces of a life she suspected once belonged to her half in this universe had been coming back to her. People, Places, Grievances, Desolation and hatred so deep that it could dye the seas black and sunder the heavens themselves. These memories only cemented her views.

After walking for an hour the Shinigami stopped, having sensed the presence of another supernatural being on this desolate mountain pass. Magnolia's stance shifted, her Naginata resting horizontally as she pointed it towards the direction of the energy source. Her feet slid apart and her knee's bent, she was prepared for the instance of an ambush. Eventually, though, a familiar image to the other her, the one from this world appeared.

"What is an Agent of K-world doing here?" Magnolia asked in a gravelly, melodic tone.

Magnolia's stance had not lessened, because ultimately she didn't know this person. She had no clue of this man's reason for being here, and so on this desolate mountain pass, she exuded the chilling aura of murder that had been built up from the past few weeks of constant slaughter, destruction, and bloodshed. If Cero said the wrong thing, Took the wrong step, or so much as looked at her with the wrong kind of intent, she was resolved to cut him down then and there.

War was upon them, and Magnolia couldn't be soft-hearted towards anyone, that would only get her killed. There wasn't even the faintest of tremors in her stance, instead, it only served to show that she was resolute in her journey. She would liberate the entirety of America, completely crush the shadow fall occupation and move on to liberate Europe. It didn't matter to her that this was someone who had been known as an ambassador.

"Do not come closer." Magnolia stated still waiting for the answer to her first question.

The aura she gave of was frighteningly Similar to Animum, the faint smell of ozone that charged the air around her, the embodiment of lightning, all of it was very similar. Animum though gave off an aura of sorrow and loss, Magnolia, however, didn't give off that same feeling. Magnolia gave off an intense feeling of resoluteness, of determination and resolve.

A frigid wind would blow through the pass, stirring magnolia's Haori, and causing her hair to blow forward. With the golden light, heralding the coming of dusk at her back, she looked like a dietific warrior that had descended from the heavens to fight against the sinful.

Her golden gaze studied cero, ready to attack at the slightest of provocations.
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