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

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Pound after pound, Grant stared at the practically nonexistent corpse of the baby squirrel that was in the now ditch in front of him. He didn’t care, he didn’t want to see the damn thing again. Just a splash of red. Red. Red. Die, die, die, die, die...

"[color=ff57ff]Grant? Grant, it's dead! We should h-help the others.[/color]"

Grant snapped back to reality. The ensuing battle around him coming back to him. He looked around, his chains retracting from the club shaped earth and it fell into the ditch that once laid a corpse of a dead squirrel, now buried in rubble. Confusion shot through his mind. What was he doing? There wasn’t any time for this. He turned his head to see Siena running away for cover. Right. If he was going to get through this, he needed to ensure that his team... the rest of his team survived this. For... his own survival. But first, he stepped toward... her body. He didn’t look. He didn’t want to. He knew that if he did... no, he didn’t look. For his mental state’s sake. He noticed the knife that had clattered to the floor, moment before her demise. He didn’t even give a thought to the pillar of light. It just seemed important to pick it up, but his attention was drawn away from the knife in his hand.

Gunshots. Or more accurately, a gunshot. If he remembered right, one of his team mates had retrieved a gun, and said team mate was shooting at running fish. His eyes lead from the fish that had been shot, the fish still up, to the armored man, who was just getting out of his earthen prison, roaring. That was a problem. [color=0095FF]”Okay… just gotta throw another..”[/color] He mumbled to himself, lowering his chains to the earth, but his plans soon changed after he saw the remaining fishman begin running at his two other team mates, seeming to... fire at them? As strange and weird it was, it was happening, and he was closing in on them. [color=0095FF]”Gotta help them.. But I need to keep the armored man down…”[/color] He muttered to himself, conflicted. He knew he needed to act fast. He glanced around in a panicked manner, before he noticed the somewhat perfect square hole in the ground from the earth that he had initially thrown from before. Something clicked in his mind, as if someone slapped him and told him off for being so stupid.

He took action, beginning to rush toward the two who were being shot at. He felt sluggish, but he wasn’t collapsing. Must be the adrenaline pumping through his body. Once he was close enough to them, not right next to them, but close enough for them to at least hear him, he called out to them. [color=0095FF]”Hey! Over here!”[/color] He shot his chains down into the earth. He focused. He took a deep breath in and pulled a large amount of the earth from the ground, leaving a large, rectangular shape in the ground. His feet felt unsteady, and his heart was pounding. Nevertheless, he managed to chuck the rubble in the direction of the large, armored man that was just recovering. After he let go, he let out that breath. He felt lightheaded... and his feet were right next to the edge of the trench he had just made. In his daze, his foot slipped and he ended up falling into the ditch with a thud, for better or worse. He laid against his back in the trench, the breath taken out of him as he breathed heavily. A thought crossed his mind. [color=0095FF][i]This... Sucks…[/i][/color]

[hider=Interaction Tags][@Chasers115] and [@Kyrisse]: A trench has been made for ya. An out of shape skinny, lazy boy awaits in there, exhausted on the floor.[/hider]