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A rapid exchange of information flew over Brent’s head as he watched the battlefield from above. Menagerie’s monsters clearly gave no shits about Geneva conventions, what with the gas warfare that was going on. It brought back bad memories, and the youth instinctively reached for his mouth, before stopping.

They were high up. And if this was like that bitch’s gastritis, Shane wouldn’t be getting a response back at all. He took a shallow breath. Category three was stronger than two. The golem was a huge threat then. Category two destroyed city blocks with ease. Category three then…cities? If only he could maintain an Overclock without being in contact with it. Then maybe they could just drop hydrogen bombs or whatever.

But that was enough milling about.

Brent slapped both hands against his cheeks as Shane displayed another show of strength, blowing away all the poisonous gas with gale-force winds. For something that sounded so simple, his power really was ridiculous. Nevertheless, the field was now clear to view, and it was…horrifying.

Even this high above, it was easy to see all the bodies strewn across the plain. Both monsters and humans were laid down like broken dolls, red splotches on a dark brown canvas. In the lighting of the moon, the stark contrast was made even more prominent, and he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes. This was what he would be dealing with now, huh? This was what others had to deal with while he had his dinner date and messed around in the hospital.

Shit, he missed out on [i]everything[/i]!

Amethyst eyes flickered from one place to the other as he leaned as close as he could to the carnage below. The golem was a definite threat, but most other monsters were eradicated. Amidst a field of monstrous meatballs, a couple of students were facing off against some scaly half-lizard thing as it spewed some liquid all over the place. Off by her lonesome, an aquamarine bullet was repelled constantly by a scorpion monster, her ‘clones’ advance similarly dissuaded.

So, the question was…where was that caster?

There were too many meatballs that looked like the same trash mob monsters. Not a caster, unless it was the whole ‘hide a tree within a forest’ concept. Dragon was either breathing out vomit or had also been afflicted by the poison gas…which meant that it didn’t spew that out. Scorpion was doing fairly well considering the circumstances. Immunity? Or did it not need to breathe? Giant, going by whatever that girl said, couldn’t be the caster for some reason. He’ll trust that for now.

Brent took in a deeper breath, catching a whiff of the blood and death that pervaded all over the chaotic battlefield, and said, pointing, [color=B0C4DE]“Aim for the scorpion. If that’s not it, the caster’s either invisible or underground, and you’d be better off taking down the golem first. In that scenario, I’ll watch and see where the gas is being drawn, if it starts heading back over to the area. Convergence might indicate the location of the caster.”[/color]

He couldn’t do much, really, not without any weapons training or any technology to upgade, but, if nothing else…

See.

Think.

Act.

He could easily do all that.