Natural Breath
The Heavenly Warrior froze and slowly turned back to Ryu.
Donning a familiar black armor with golden accents, the warrior didn't seem to understand what was happening. It stared blankly at Ryu, but it didn't move. It was like a robot that had run into a scenario it hadn't been programmed for, so it was constantly rebooting and reassessing the situation as though it was looking for a way out.
Ryu's eyes narrowed. Had he overestimated the intelligence of these Heavenly Warriors? But the last one had spoken to him, it even seemed to have emotions, so what was going on here?
Just as he was thinking so, the skies split.
BOOM.
A much taller Heavenly Warrior, standing at three meters and towering over Ryu appeared.
"Heaven's Chosen, what are you doing?"