Watcher stumbled backwards as pipes from below him pried his arms off the boy, This boy is more clever than I thought, I need to be more careful. Still he'd managed to get something from the boy before he'd been separated from him, Floor 32, there's were Wrath is headed. Watcher quickly considered his options, there was nothing he could do against the Diablo Golem aside from distract N and clearing even that was proving difficult, however he didn't want to abandon Firelfight to face the monstrosity on her own.
Then a new consciousness entered into Watcher's field of thought, No wait its two, but there is only one body. The one on the surface is that of a young woman, but the other is ancient and powerful... Libra? No that can't be she is only a myth, but myths have been true before. As Libra landed near the Golem and used her powers to restrain N Watcher nodded, Fireflight now had an ally that was far more capable of helping her than he was. Turning his head in her direction he called out, "Wrath's target is on the tower's 32nd floor, you and Libra should be able to handle N and his Golem I'm going after White Blade and Wrath!"
Breaking into a run Watcher hurried into the tower, his senses reaching out to feel in the first floor of the building. Everything was in disarray and it took Watcher a moment to get his bearings and find the buildings stairs, 32 floors is a long climb. Watcher pounded up the stairs, his long athletic strides taking two steps at a time as he rose floor after floor before he literally stumbled into the remaining soldiers N had sent inside before he'd made his Diablo, crashing into the last soldier of the group as he neared the 18th floor, Foolish, I'm so focused on sensing the things further away I missed the ones in front of my face. He scrambled to his feet, connecting his fist to the temple of the soldier he was tangled with as he did.
One of the other soldiers called out as he rose, "Its the blind guy! Kill him!" With a thunderous roar the guns in the soldiers hands erupted, spraying death all over the stairwell at Watcher.
Grimly he reached out, his body twirling to avoid shots as they were fired, moving to avoid the aim of the men as he felt them and lightly touching the bullets that he couldn't dodge. A touch here and the gun of one soldier moved to disable the gun of another, a touch there and a bullet fired over the back of a comrade instead buried itself into the leg of another; it was like an elegant, but deadly dance as the Watcher weaved ever closer to the soldiers. He lashed out with his cane, its sharp tip striking at knees and elbows, leaving screaming men in their wake until the reverse end of the cane knocked them out.
After only a few moments Watcher had eliminated half the soldiers, with all but one down with no lethal wounds. The others froze at the top of the stairs as they stood looking at the blind man standing before them, four in all, they looked at each other at the same time and then dropped their guns before jumping over the railing to the lower stairs and rushing away, if a blind man could beat them up they wanted no part of it.
Watcher took a deep breath and hurried up the next flight of stairs, he could feel White Blade above him and the evil presence that he assumed had to be Wrath and the anger that flew between the two men. He had just reached the 19th floor when he heard laughed and felt a power growing inside Wrath and a grimness from White Blade, This isn't going to be good, I must hurry!