[center][h3][color=gold]Aaron Erikson[/color][/h3][/center]

As the sixteen year old continued the summoning process, he would spare glanced up at the battlefield, enough to get an idea of what was going on without breaking his concentration on summoning. In a sense it was like he was driving, focusing on the road while taking glances at the signs and stuff he went by. Except in this case the road was his summoning and everything else was the situation unfolding around him. On that note, things did not exactly seem to be getting better for the Green Team.

While one dead body lay upon the battlefield, from the looks of one of the grounded spaghetti monsters it seemed someone had escaped being digested. In fact, the escapee seemed to be the girl who had saved Aaron himself not long ago, the girl being one of the black-marked individuals who had been sent in Green Team. It was enough to make the brown haired boy breath a small sigh of relief while he kept his focus on summoning, happy that at least their death toll had not risen any more in the last few minutes. It was at least one positive he could find in the current situation, and it also seemed his other teammates had done some good work as well. Not that any of them were in the clear as of yet, as the situation visibly told without having to say a word. 

As the green miasma of poisonous fog swept over the areas where all of the teams were, Aaron fought back the bodily urge to puke his guts in front of him as the nausea and dizziness swept over him in one fell swoop. It was enough that the boy began to limit how many times he looked up for a moment at the unfolding battle, as he had to fight the effects of the green fog as well as maintain his focus on summoning as he was still doing by this point in time. If nothing else, however, the dizziness and nausea made the injured boy glad he had propped himself up against one of the trucks. It made it much easier to stay standing. 

Even so, how long would his own position stay safe as compared to the others? That was one question that could not be shaken out of his mind. He was in no shape to run or move if attacked, and it was taking the vast majority of his focus to keep summoning at that. If anything got past the others, or otherwise happened to turn its attention to him, then he would be nothing short of a sitting duck. Whether it was a physical blow from a meatball that sent his ribs barreling into his lungs or heart, or being snatched up by another tentacle of admittedly delicious spaghetti, either thing could still kill him or at least make his own situation that much worse...