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

After hissing his message to the team member who had jogged over to his side, Aaron noticed his own shadow cast in front of him by some bright light source behind him very suddenly afterwards. Glancing back just after the light had faded away completely, Aaron could not see the source but the sixteen year old guessed it was one of the powers from the other groups. If nothing else, perhaps the other groups of new students and old students were faring better with their own fights, at least as compared to the Green Team's fight thus far from what he had seen. These monsters, while tasty from his own experience, were not to be underestimated in their ferocity. 

With all of that in mind, he needed to begin summoning one of his clockworks. That was, perhaps, the best he could manage at this point in time with his current condition. Unfortunately he required prep time for his summoning, a thing the boy cursed under his breath as he began to slowly, painfully, and steadily make his way towards the truck nearest to him. With each step the boy winced in pain, the severity of his injuries more evident as the agony of his current condition wrote its way into his face even more deeply. 

Coming up to the truck, Aaron turned around, leaning back against the truck to help prop himself up in a standing position in the meantime. In his new position, Aaron scanned the Green Team's portion of the battlefield for a brief moment and then began to start his summoning process immediately, hoping he would be able to finish bringing in one clockwork in time to assist in the battle as it was now. because as it was now, the battle seemed to be more than just a "mess" from what he had seen. 

Three monsters of spaghetti were still roaming about, one struggling with a dragon-and-lizard like creature he guessed to be Chris, one approaching Angel, and one that seemed to be on its own for the moment to his perspective. Beyond that there seemed to be smaller, other meatball creatures he had seen, and it seemed like his allies were in enough a bind as it was from their positions at that. Heck, there was already one body lying on the ground that seemed dead near some of the others. 

At least he was far from the action, which the brown-haired sixteen year old hoped would allow him to summon a clockwork and actually help now....if anyone from his team was left by the time he was finished summoning that is.