[h2]Dirk Messir[/h2]
The situation was becoming less and less fun by the second. Another Marine had shown up, this one with a scythe of some sort; a giant monkey creature fell from the sky with a rock cone and broke the ground and probably a good portion of the prison itself into pieces, sending debris flying everywhere; and then a giant tree was grown by Fadel, drawing everyone up into its branches, either safely or not, with Dirk himself being in the former category. The monkey-person's attack meant he'd taken a rather large rock to the arm, though the damage was fortunately limited to bruising as far as he could tell, and he was now a great distance above the ground, with no reasonable way of getting back down once all was said and done.

At least this let his Divine Purpose function properly. The dense foliage should make Dirk all but invisible so long as he moved to the right places... and that should give him exactly the opportunity he needed to strike, if he could find it. Standing back upright, and taking a look around to get his bearings again, he drew his trusty kitchen knife in his left hand and began silently climbing toward the sound of fighting, hoping that he'd be able to deal out a significant strike sooner rather than later.

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