Warden-3's radar almost immediately tags an aerial contact. It's smaller than any jet fighter she can think of, but well within the size range for something to be tagged as an aircraft instead of a bird. She's able to swiftly close to visual range, revealing a burly, black dragon absolutely coated in scars, half-healed wounds, and broken spines to the point where she can't help wondering how it's still alive, much less flying. The dragon roars with a gaping maw of mostly broken teeth, though despite the brutish appearance its face is expressive, almost human under an enormous, curved horn, and the stump where a second one was likely broken off. As she watches, one of the broken teeth falls from its mouth, and a fresh one slowly begins to sprout in its place. As she draws closer, the dragon's head swivels towards her, revealing a beady, glowing, yellow eye, and an eye swollen shut by an immense, whitish bruise. The creature stops, turning to hover in mid-air with a distinctly shocked expression, which soon shifts into confused concern as it makes shooing motions towards Warden-3 with a surprisingly human-like if heavily clawed hand broken up by the stumps where a thumb and a ring finger probably are supposed to be. The dragon points towards the gigantic battling creatures, and then shakes a flattened hand over its throat, attempting to impress the incarnated plane of the danger.
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Henry goes to the indicated place, but is unable to see any obvious signs of the presence of someone else... Wait, is that? He looks closer at the jagged edge of a piece of snapped-off timber, and sees a few strands of pale, reddish-orange hair, and dark blue threads ripped from some garment... But no body.
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The psychic creature returns Yushiro's bow before he and Griffin fly off. Along the way, a bolt of lightning flashes from the battling titans, but misses them. From the air they soon spot two figures. One of them is slumped against a pile of bricks and rubble, sparks flying from the joints and burns scattered across his stocky, armored suit. He's lost his helmet at some point, revealing a wide face mostly covered by a bushy, brown beard and head of hair. He's saying something to the other person, a woman clad in armor made of some sort of scales and bone, who is pointing an enormous gun at him with shaking hands. The gun almost looks like it was also made out of animal parts, but that's crazy, right? Regardless, someone should probably break this up.