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[h3][color=f7941d]Forested Outskirts, Aventon[/color][/h3][/center]

Damn, he missed a lot.

A new group member, a rotting corpse, which he felt like he would throw up if he looked at it so his gaze drifted away from it, and now a swarm of centipedes. The bugs he wasn't quite enthusiastic about, but one question kept burning in his mind; [i]Why did the flying people always know each other? Did this world have some kind of bias?[/i] He shook it off, there were much more pressing matters at hand. He finally got to fight at least.

[indent][color=ed1c24]"Arsene! Eiha!"[/color][/indent]
Arsene's spectral form flew upward, chains clanking as wings spread, and a ball of black and crimson energy was expelled at the snap of his fingers, rocketing toward the insect horde, creating a small explosion of dark energy and dispatching a few of the bugs.

Joker then dashed toward a stray bug, knife drawn, and slashed at the creature, the blade plunging deep into the creature. There wasn't really much he could do with a knife here, Youske's katana would have worked much better, but alas, this is what he had to work with.