Leaping from the top of a crumbling building, A2 descends. Her Type-4O Sword gleams in the sunlight before it plunges into the head of a nearby machine. Using the gravity, she impales the machine and lands as her heels click loudly, gripping the hilt of her blade tightly. She leans over the machine, her cold blue eyes surveying the damage before she lifts her sword, dislodging the machine from her sword with a swift slash behind her.

“What the hell is a human doing here?” she mutters, her tone a mix of disbelief and irritation. “I don’t have time for this. If you’re lost or looking for trouble, you should leave, quick.” She glares at you for a moment, clearly puzzled by your presence, then begins to turn away.