Óscar waved back at them...from the top of a tree. He had seemingly gotten stuck on the way down, not noticing as numerous branches and leaves hit his face whilst slowly approaching the ground, the parachute stuck in multiple branches and some of them even "grasping" the Spaniard's clothing as he sighed, looking at the rest of the group with a chuckle and a wave, rain pouring down on them. He closed his eyes, the raindrops near to him slowly concentrating in one spot, forming what appeared to be a "water sword", Óscar grabbed it and froze it in less than a second, starting to cut the parachute's ropes that were keeping him from, well, falling. [color=00a651][b]"Agh, what I gotta do for this [i]misión[/i]..."[/b]
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He fell onto the ground, face first into the grass as he slowly got up once again, putting a hand on his own back and grabbing the parachute itself, before walking towards the group, smiling at them before he spoke up in French, which he spoke quite well [color=00a651][b]"We should, uh, either burn these things or cover them with dirt...so the [i]hijos de puta[/i] don't find 'em..."[/b][/color] he said, looking at Ying-Mei and giving her a pat on the back, nodding at the siblings and pointing at Maria [color=00a651][b]"We did it [i]señorita[/i]..."[/b][/color]