[center][h2][color=0095FF][u][i][b]/Grant Rotem\[/b][/i][/u][/color][/h2]

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Grant watched as the grand man that wore armor was hit with his attack. Well.. more like, blocked, but even so, after the deformed man had blocked, he came towering down and was pinned to the ground by the rubble. A feeling of relief spread through his mind, though he did not bother emoting it, as he put his focus on trying to prepare himself for the next rock. It all seemed to be going pretty well. But he underestimated one thing. He massively underestimated how fast the squirrels had closed in on him and the others. He let out a swear, [color=0095FF]“Shit!..”[/color] before stumbling back as he saw a squirrel bounding toward him. He shut his eyes tightly as he fell back, literally onto his ass... But no harm came to him. Instead something different came.


A scream. A shout. A yell. Whatever you would call it. He knew whose voice that scream belonged to. [color=0095FF]“Pad...”[/color] He opened his eyes, watching her knife clatter to the ground, and he looked up at the bearer of the knife, whose blood flew. Her screams. Grant watched with wide eyes as Padma dropped to the ground in front of him, his mouth agape with shock. Just as suddenly it had started, her screams ceased, but the squirrels that maimed her blood-spewing body continued. His mouth was open, but there were no words. No sound. Silently, he got up from the ground. He stepped closer to the squirrels, no thoughts. No definite plan. He didn’t even notice the strange black thread that tied itself around one of the squirrel’s wrists. He just walked until those damn squirrels were in range. 


Once they were, he pulled the earth at his side out from below with a touch of his chain, and after it slid out from the earth, it steadily formed into a kind of weapon. A club. He could feel his nails digging into his palm from how hard he was clenching his fists. Not only that, his body lowered a bit, feeling that same exact heavy feeling against him... His breaths turned heavy, as if he were panting. He struggled to keep his footing, and yet, he reeled his chain back and swung the club quickly, low and horizontally, at the squirrels.