[ A flash of white flame sliced across the battlefield in front of Mukuro and the others, pushing back more of the enemy that had been just about to give another charge. The heat was enough to burn one's face just standing THAT close to it, and the source... a familiar hawk, soaring over, flying towards the source of that familiar voice.
The Maou gun was strapped to his back, an ammo belt wrapped over his shoulder. He looked directly at Mukuro... the flash of recognition there, briefly, before turning his focus back to the enemy. ]
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[ A flash of white flame sliced across the battlefield in front of Mukuro and the others, pushing back more of the enemy that had been just about to give another charge. The heat was enough to burn one's face just standing THAT close to it, and the source... a familiar hawk, soaring over, flying towards the source of that familiar voice.
The Maou gun was strapped to his back, an ammo belt wrapped over his shoulder. He looked directly at Mukuro... the flash of recognition there, briefly, before turning his focus back to the enemy. ]
Mori's flames should hold for a minute, go now!