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[h2]Dirk Messir[/h2]
The roar from behind him gave Dirk cause to glance back at the ape creature. As he watched, the rest of its body shrunk to the size it had been before, whereas its arms became absurdly large. Dirk was willing to bet they'd also boost his power to a ridiculous degree too; sure enough, the time the creature took to nearly close the gap on him was minimal. More pressing, though, was the way it was threatening to swing its weapon...

Dirk fell to the ground, just managing to fall flat as the swing began, and nigh-instantly passed across his position. Had the branch itself struck him, he would have died instantly; even the shockwave of air around it would have killed him even with an indirect hit. As it was, the shell barely missed him, passing no more than a couple of inches over his prone position.

The crosswinds did not miss him. The force of the missed blow had generated air currents strong enough to tear any normal tree from its roots, let alone lift an underweight and rather weak human away, and Dirk was easily flung across the length of the branches like so much debris at speeds far faster than he was comfortable with. Discomfort soon turned to pain - though his journey was mostly horizontal, he bruised readily with every solid jolt upon landing, and he was quite sure he felt an arm dislocate on the initial impact. He only stopped rolling mere feet from the other end of the tree to where he'd initially been, inches from the edge of the canopy that would safely support his weight without breaking, and thus dropping him to an untimely demise.

The only benefit of that swift movement was that he was quite out of sight of the monkey-man, meaning his Divine Purpose could function properly once again; knowing this, he quickly hid his form beneath some of the vines in the area, falling motionless beneath them, his breathing slowing to an almost-normal quiescence that, if all went as planned, meant he would now be nigh-undetectable by the ape-creature. His usefulness in battle had ultimately been limited; however, so long as the monstrosity did not decide to pre-emptively break the entire canopy to bits, his Divine Purpose would hide him from its hyper-destructive grasp. If only a fellow crew member were around to help... or rather, if only Dirk could help himself, in this situation. He was weak now; he promised himself that if his Divine Purpose allowed it, he'd do what he had to to get stronger, even if it meant getting pulverised by his crewmates regularly for the next five years. He'd survived worse than that.