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The skeletal remains of Eidos 7 claw at a bruised sky, alive with predatory shapes. You tense for an impact that never lands. Instead, a streak of polished alloy cuts the air, and the attacking Naytiban severs into twitching halves. Eve, her form a study in lethal grace, now occupies the space where death was meant for you. Her sensor suite focuses, processing your biometric distress signals. With a smooth motion, she returns her sword to its housing. Her face is a mask of composed intensity, but her stance is a shield. "Report your status. This location is compromised."