[center][h2]Ulimani Crags[/h2]
[sub]Several kilometers away from Divers Paradise: Southern Entrance[/sub][/center]

	Luke nodded hesitantly before straightening his back and letting out a hefty grunt. "Right, yea, Alvios should be able to hold off until I get there!" He said confidently with a strong nod. But when Jenso commented on his speed again, he was lost for how to compensate.

...For about three seconds. Luke Grinned, bent over, grabbed Jenso by his waist, and lifted him over his shoulder. Without asking, warning him, or saying anything at all, he took off into a sprint towards the Paradise, jumping over the gaps in the ground, and bouncing from rock to rock like a grasshopper with a payload. [b]"Problem solved!"[/b] He roared, closing the distance as quickly as possible.

[center][h2]Diver's Paradise[/h2]
[sub]Southern Entrance[/sub][/center]

	Before Luke stepped into the tunnel that lead into Diver's Paradise, he placed Jenso down and readjusted his shirt. "Ok, Jenso boy. I'm going to go in, and I'm going to [b]shove my foot so far up the ass of every last CMAS scumbag in there until they're coughing up my toenail clippings.[/b] So, yeah, if you want a front row seat, stay close," Luke said sternly, summoning a pair of gauntlets around both his hands, and a pair of steel-toed boots around his feet, "Or you could help, as long as you aint planning on gettin' in my way, we're good." With that said, Luke dashed into the Paradise, ready to crush whoever stood in his way. 

	And aptly so, as Luke's first roadblock was a CMAS commander turning around and aiming a large weapon as his torso. Of course, before he had the chance to fire, Luke was already upon him, throwing his iron fist [i]through[/i] his gun, crushing its barrel before knocking the wielder's head [i]clean off[/i] his shoulders. Luke dashed past him into the center of one pillar crushing squad, tearing through their bodies like fragile balsa wood. The fire mages turned and focused their efforts on constraining the new threat, but Luke made sure to dodge the oncoming fireballs, weaving through the soldiers with a flurry of punches and kicks aimed for vital areas. Within a minute, the south western group was torn to shreds, and Luke was relatively un-scarred, save for a heavy burn that covered his left shin. He turned his efforts to the opposite pillar, repeating the same process once again, which left most of the southern CMAS troops in Dissarray. The onslaught of Luke's rampage sent several mages fleeing into the square, where they were either met with a barrage of Diver magic/weapon fire, or Alvios himself tearing them to shreds.