[b][i]Paradise 'Par' Rapids - Diver's Paradise[/i][/b]

Par covered his eyes with his arms as the stone before him exploded; the pieces cutting into said arms like shrapnel. The rest of his body was lacerated as well, but thankfully, the stone was soft, and once the explosion's dust and smoke faded, blown away by a breeze, Par saw that only he, the Mage, and the potential fifth figure were left. True, the Machinist had no hiding place left, but neither did the Mage. And as the Mage had robes that got in the way of physical acrobatics, that disadvantage was easier for Par to overcome.

Taking out his Mana Pistols once more, the Machinist fired not at the Mage, but the limp, unconcious body of the Crossbowman, trying to make sure that he was dead. At the same time Par did this, the young man walked backwards, in the direction of another, larger rock to his left. Then, he would step sideways and hide behind it, ready to resume firing from cover while waiting for the fifth figure...