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[center]Kusari Bloodworth[/center]

Kusari didn't take much heed to her senior's yelling, she didn't see much reason to leave, or why she couldn't be here. Instead she was staring at the golem. Now, she couldn't exactly call herself a monster expert, in fact there was a pretty good chance this thing had never even existed before. But these monsters did come from somewhere, be it mythology or just a simple idea someone may have had at some point. Keeping that in mind she asked herself [color=662d91]'This thing must have a weakness.'[/color] It surrounded it's self with more rocks which converged around what she assumed to be what was the actual monster. Well, there it is. Now what were they going to do about it?

Lawrence and Hazel arrived, which reminded her of something. In her right hand she was still holding the knife Lawrence had given her. Her grip was so tight on it her hand had nearly gone numb. She folded the knife and put it in her pocket, she would have to give it back to him, she certainly didn't need it now that she had this ridiculous leg. 

A bright light originating from where the giant eyeball had run off suddenly flashed, and a green mist blanketed the entire field. Kusari waved her hand in front of her face, trying to fan the stuff away. Fanning the mist was futile, of course, and she ended up breathing it in. It wasn't as bad as she was imagining it to be, though she was imagining that this stuff would literally melt them all from the inside out or something similarly grisly. It wasn't any more annoying than breathing in a room in which gasoline had been spilled, irritating, but easily ignored. The others weren't taking it quite so well. Hazel seemed to panic, and attacked the golem, in spite of it not being the source of her visible nausea and pain. Kusari blinked and looked down at her body, the same dim glow that signified that her body was regenerating surrounded her. Of course, she should have known poison wouldn't effect her. 

She listened in as Lawrence discussed the golem with the seniors. It seemed much of her hunch was the same as theirs. Again, the problem was actually doing something about it.

[color=662d91]"It sounds like this thing is taking us for chumps."[/color] Kusari spoke up, addressing everyone near. She tilted her head towards Ethan specifically. "There's no running from this fight anyway, is there? I doubt that psycho director will accept any of us just running away. Right, she won't, right?" Kusari's right hand ruffled the hair on the side of her head. She looked around seemingly aimlessly. 

[color=662d91]"First of all, until the others can deal with that giant eye, which I'm assuming is the source of this green nonsense, you need to at least limit it's effects somehow."[/color] She waved her hand around in the air. [color=662d91]"It seems pretty thick, like a mist, maybe wrapping your shirt around your nose and mouth could help? Even more so if you dampen it."[/color] She shrugged her shoulders. [color=662d91]"Or not, this could just be magic and that won't help at all, can't hurt to try though."[/color] She looked back to the golem. [color=662d91]"As for that, if it's trying to kill us all at once then we should spread out. I can distract it if need be, this body of mine can't die that easily after all."[/color] Kusari grumbled and ruffled her hair again. She walked over to Lawrence and Hazel. She pulled out the black knife and handed it to Lawrence. [color=662d91]"You may want to soak it in bleach or something, there's all kinds of blood on it at this point..." [/color]

She gazed over at Hazel thinking about what she'd seen and heard of her power. [color=662d91]"Hazel, you may not be able to destroy that thing, but if it tries to attack us you can try to hinder it's movements by striking the ground at it's feet. I doubt with all that weight it's balance is all that amazing..." [/color]

Kusari was talking a bit more than she was comfortable with, but just standing around felt like a stupid thing to do at the moment. She needed to be useful in some way.