[color=purple][center][h2]• Grayson Donovan •[/h2][/center][/color]
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Grayson's astral form drifted vaguely through the battlefield, shocked by the violence. Bodies lay on the ground, unmoving; Gray was uncertain if they were alive or dead. After a brief moment, a familiar voice shook him out of his stupor.

[color=darkorange]"Grayson, I need your help. We gotta make sure everyone got out. The rest of you if you can safely go inside then come on. If not cover us."[/color] Jake's voice was strong and prominent, commanding Gray's attention. The Astral immediately focused and honed into the current situation, nodding his head.

[color=purple]"I can't stay outside of my body for much longer, I'm going to suffocate."[/color] Grayson growled in frustration at the limits of his powers and bolted away, flying straight through a hill and emerging from the ground to remeld with his body. Pain shot through his lungs as the smoke invaded his lungs, choking him. The fire had reached within a few feet of him, spurring the man into action.

A coughing spasm overwhelmed Gray as he turned on his side, wheezing heavily. He struggled to his feet and half walked, half crawled to higher ground, collapsing for a moment to rest. After about a minute, he looked up to see the silhouette of a man standing over him, wielding some form of blunt weapon.

The man swung down with harsh force, narrowly missing as Gray rolled to the side, tumbling down the steep side of the hill and into a small ditch with dense shrubbery. The unknown assailant pursued him, sprinting down the hill towards Gray. 

By the time the attacker had reached Gray, he had gotten to his feet, easily stepping under the barbarian's swing and catching him by the leg. Grayson's right arm when between his legs and his left arm wrapped around it, hoisting the man over his shoulders in a single motion. The club flew away from the pair as Grayson whirled around and stomped at the man, attempting to immobilize him. The assailant caught Gray's leg and dragged him towards him, easily flipping him on his back.

Grayson was by no means a light man, however the hulk of a man he faced threw him around like a rag doll. The wind exited his lungs as the man slammed him onto the ground, pulling out a knife and descending on his prey. In a moment of desperation, Gray kicked upwards, catching the knife with his right calf and sending a purple energy wave outwards, knocking the man airborne and across the shrubbery.

Gray's attacker hit the ground with an audible, sickening crunch, remaining motionless on the ground. Gray struggled to breathe as he winced in pain, glancing down at the gash wound across his lower leg. The thought that he had possibly killed a man didn't even cross his mind as he struggled away from the shrubbery, climbing the hill to escape the scene.

A few of the bunkermates found Gray struggling up the hill and came to his aid, helping him to his feet and pushing themselves to carry the man. Grayson thanked them and collapsed to the ground, looking at them with stern seriousness. [color=purple]"Don't ask why, but protect my body. Don't let anyone harm it."[/color] They exchanged a look of confusion, however Gray ignored them, rolling his eyes into the back of his head and allowing his Astral form to leave his body.

Gray plunged through the earth and into the bunker, searching for other people in the fiery rooms. As he searched, the purple energy he had produced to harm his assailant repeatedly ran through his mind, thrilling his with the thought that he had more powers.