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The Meta took off his knifle and threw it to the ground. Same with his pistol, knife, and helmet. He then took off the top half of his armor, and set it down. He wasn't wearing anything under the top half of his armor. He used it to stop the bleeding of a wound, then threw it out. He crossed his arms and smirked. The Meta mentally sighed as Kat yelled his "name" He growled at her.
Helen growled as she was still frozen in place. "Quit... staring... Will ya?" The other Claymores sighed and put down all of their own claymores. Each had one except for Deneve, who had two. One was her own but the other was from a fallen comrade. "I couldn't help the captain," Deneve mutters to herself. The other two were disappointed to not use their weapons, but hand-to-hand combat should be of use sometime.
[I salute to the fallen captains and comrades in Pieta... Hyper Kat. XD]
The Meta smirked, waiting for someone to make the first move. He could tell they were strong, with the way they could hold the Claymores with one hand. Oh, how he was going to love the challenge.