[h1][center][color=gray]Moros Vorsickle[/color][/center][/h1]
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Moros arrived to see people running around wildly and what was doubtless panicked screaming, though he couldn't very clearly tell that. The rapidly growing shadow indicated the boulder was going to land smack dab on the baby cart that had been so carelessly abandoned. Lefay was watching the scene in amusement, obviously she had no intention of doing anything. Moros on the other hand had a very different idea in mind. He ran forward and grabbed Lefay's core in one hand, and lunged forward wrapping his body around the cart protectively and shouted [color=gray]"Shield!"[/color]

His voice was deep and guttural, the word came out more like a growl than speech. Lefay's metal mass was dragged along with her core along with a screech of protest at the indignity of it all, but upon hearing his command she immediately wrapped herself around Moros in a protective cocoon of metal. It would be a real shame if he never made it to the tournament, or worse he broke his mother's harp since it would bear the brunt of the impact. The rock hadn't been [i]that[/i] big right?