[center][h3][color=gold]Aaron Erickson[/color][/h3][/center]

During the time he had spoken, the brown-haired boy had underestimated the speed of the meatballs. In fact, while thinking over a strategy and orders to give as he spoke, he had forgotten one important rule of not wiping a raid: Don't forget to keep track of where the enemy is. An important part of strategy to be sure, as ignoring the enemy could have...dire consequences. With that in mind, as the heavy, marinara-coated meatball with teeth crashed into him and rolled over him like some kind of road roller or demented food-based version of Sonic the Hedgehog. 

[color=gold]"Shiiiiiit!"[/color] Aaron cried aloud in vivid surprise as the meatball initially hit him, sending him to the ground rapidly and causing the loud and rather audible sound of one of his bones to be heard, specifically his right pinky finger. 

As he attempted to recover from being understandably dazed for a moment from his harrowing experience, as well as glancing over to see his right pinky finger very much broken, Aaron felt something begin to wrap itself around him. Looking down as his mental clarity began to return, he found a long, well-cooked looking noodle wrapped around his torso. The now marinara-coated (at least on the entire back half of his body) sixteen year old instantly panicked, the pain of his broken finger not have set in yet from the adrenaline coursing through his system, adrenaline that had increased now that he realized that he was going to be snatched up by one of the flying spaghetti monsters. 

Going with what seemed to be his first instinct, Aaron reacted as swiftly as he could, leaning up and taking a solid, large bite out of the tendrils of spaghetti that was holding him. Though desperate, the bite shocked him in that it tasted...amazing. It was the best spaghetti he had ever had, and along with the flavor of the best cooked pasts he had ever had the chance to eat there was the flavor of the creamiest, tastiest parmesan sauce he could imagine. It was like going to his favorite restaurant, Olive Garden, and eating the best food they had ever served. Except, unlike going to Olive Garden with his mother back home, the food was probably going to try to eat him if he didn't snap out of things. 

As Zoe ran up to him and began to break down a small part of the spaghetti arm that was grasping him, Aaron leaned his head down and began to take as many bites of the spaghetti arm that was holding him as he could within reason. If he were freed, he would then bolt for the cover of the others as quickly as he could, dodging the spaghetti tendrils as best as he could in the process in order to get to safe cover to begin his summoning again. 

If his eating and Zoe's power, the boy being grateful for the fact she had not listened to him in this case, could weaken this flying spaghetti monster's arm enough to free them. In that case Aaron knew he could bolt for the cover of the truck and other people who had not been standing as close to this. He would have to start over in summoning at least one of his clockworks then, and it was not like the fact was lost on the gamer in the process. Still, running to cover and trying to actually help the others was not a bad idea....unless one of those meatballs chased him there. Then again, the thought of how tasty the meatballs could be as well did cross his mind. However, as he continued his efforts in eating away at his captor's tasty tendril of tastiness, he kept his focus as a whole where it needed to be this time: on the situation he was in as well as on the enemies surrounding him and the others. Changing the strategy could come later, if anyone would still listen to him at that point, much less if they got the chance to do so on top of that...