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	Alexander sighed, knowing full well that only one man he knew would be able to stop this senseless violence. His body inflating a bit like a balloon as he took in a mighty breath, he strained to keep his form, his skin giving way to a slightly more golden color. After a moment of looking like he is about to explode, Alexander lets out a mighty roar, one that causes most everyone right near by to feel a ringing in their ears, if not a good deal of ear pain. 
	"GRAAAAAAMMMM!" He yells, his form being thin and scraggly after letting out all of the air, a comedic, and quite silly cartoonish aptitude that Meowth would be quite familiar with, given his home universe. Suddenly, bursting from the ground, sending stone flying everywhere, the bald hero emerges, Gram.
	"You have no idea how long I've waited for a chance to do that..." Gram snickers, before growing serious. The lumbering man, nearly seven feet tall, was wearing nothing save for a baggy pair of burlap pants, which allowed everyone to see he was ripped, his muscular structure the definition of buff as all hell, rivaling a physic of those like Alex Louis Armstrong, the strong arm alchemist. "I was sleeping. What do you need, Alex?" He says, before noting everyone else, with a momentary blank expression.


	"...Oh..." He says, before seeing Doom. "ACK! UNDEAD!" He yells, ripping out a chunk of the earth, a huge boulder from the wall, and tossing it at the undead fellow, only for Alexander to stop it with a large golden fist, catching it like one might a ball, his hand being pushed back to just being in front of Doom's face, if Doom could smell, he's be flooded with the smell of honey, the stench of it being extremely repugnant. "Wrong person, wrong person, the one I wanted is in the dark sphere over there, fighting some young girl because he said she tried to control him." Alexander explains, before Gram nods. 
	Gram, looking to the Sphere of darkness Micheal created, leaps forwards, sending shards of stones behind him, as he rears back his fist. "MACH-PUNCH!" He yells, his fist colliding with the sphere, or, if Micheal decided to be a bit cheeky, Maka, if he were to drop it as Gram was flying.



						INSIDE THE THUNDERDOME!

	As the Dreadlord Khaine threw his knife, Maka instictively raised the blade, slashing it out of the air, but Khaine's followup was quick, and brutal, Maka barely avoiding loosing her lower half, but one of her legs is caught at the knee, being severed in a gory bit of blade work. She lets you a surprised yelp, as she crashes to the floor, for a moment helpless against Khaine, before the dome would either shake, bend, crack, or shatter, under an unknown force, that sounded like an explosion going off. Asura would hear this all, most likely, and sense a new soul, one that has evil within it, smothered under a will to do good, a seed of malevolence buried under a sea pure, dominating determination to destroy evil at any turn. A hero's soul.