the heat was scorching around this time in lost temple.
it would be inane of anyone to even think about going outside, much less actually venturing out into the desert whilst the sand was practically boiling; scythe herself had reported that the intense heat had even made her prosthetic robotics malfunction more than once.
katana knew about the heat by now. if he wasn’t training his body to be the best it could be, he was always seen hanging out nearby the windows, head rested on his folded arms as he gazed outside; clearly wishing for some reason to venture outside some time or another, in pursuit or something or for some other reason. it got boring, after all, being stuck inside the church all the time. he wanted some action in his life.
katana soon would get that wish of his granted.
for, during one evening, when it was midday & the sun shone down hottest on the centre of the lost temple desert, katana spotted some movement outside. he immediately broke away from his training to glance outside, & there he saw it:
a flash of blue & black, uniform that was clearly not affiliated with lost temple, nor the church.
katana didn’t say a word to his brother or anyone else. he flew for his namesake katana, & dodged out of the entrance to the church before he could be spotted.
he remembered seeing that distinct flash of movement somewhere near the training rooms. a palm tree stood aloft around there; perhaps the intruder was planning to take shade underneath its leaves? remain out of sight with its help?
katana clutched the handle of his blade tighter.
he soon rounded the corner on the outside of the church—& sure enough, there that same figure was. a helmet-donning individual sporting a coat… clearly not from lost temple, or anywhere near.
a blackrock mercenary, katana soon realised. those are the only sort of inphernals that wear that sort of armour…
luckily, the mercenary didn’t seem to spot him. from his position, he could vaguely tell that they were lying in wait for something, lying on their front underneath the shade of the palm tree, laid in the sand, hyperlaser in hand— preparing to aim for something.
katana wouldn’t have that.
before he knows it, he’s tossed his blade up the dune the mercenary was perched upon; the katana striking the aiming mercenary directly on the upside of their helmet, disorienting them just long enough to give katana the opportunity to dash up that dune, regain control of his blade, & swing at the mercenary with it.
…he so hopes.