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Just as Grant was about to step forward, he felt a fist bump into his shoulder, albeit lightly. He shuffled a little to the side from it and he turned his head back to Angel, a brow raised in slight confusion, his hand on his shoulder. Despite it all, his teammate offered him a smile, sticking a thumb up in return to his words.
 
Surprise and confusion welled up inside him, the corners of his mouth twitching subtly into what might’ve been a small smile if it wasn’t for what occurred back with the Collector they were up against.
 
Some kind of... rancid, putrid smell wafted over to the two subnaturals, and Grant’s focus was pulled away from Angel, and to the Metalwork. Clothes, bodies... people. That was the extent of what was inside the enemy. The smell indescribable, yet disgusting. Arguably the most human smell he’d ever get to have the honor of smelling. Angel’s voice once again snapped him out of his thoughts. Muffled, yet still heard. There were still live people in the Metalwork.
 
What was to be done? At this rate, trying to destroy the monster entirely might also end up with human lives being snuffed out with it. It’s already taken, and it wasn’t right to let it take more. But what was the choice here? What could he... what could they...

[color=9e0039]“W-what should we d-“ [/color]
 
An incomplete sentence, just stopped. He turned back to Angel, the once worried and confused tone from her gone, now to a whisper. Speaking to him, and past his selfish goals. The eye of the creature. He gave a nod to Angel and turned his focus back to the creature. As she gave an order to another person through her radio, Grant began to move. Moments later, Angel’s focused scream passed by him and at the Metalwork.
 
Can’t throw any earth. That’s risking the lives of the people. Chains shot down to the earth, his teeth gritted, and-
 
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[i]Forever and infinity swirled and snaked around the forever tired boy’s body. The ocean and sea fell from above, yet it didn’t touch him. It only spun and moved around. No contact. Until from all around, the sea of infinity circled his head. His head? He felt light. He felt like he was nothing. Like he was floating. 
 
The sea dripped. The sea entered. A tingle and a washing feeling of infinity. It didn’t cleanse his mind... It didn’t take away... It gave. Who gave him this feeling of... more? Somehow, he felt that someone else was near... no... far. Somewhere out there. Giving such knowledge.
 
They were... spinning. Writhing... Spreading? Boiling. Everything. Slow. Soft.[/i]
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His feet had just carried him closer toward his target, and his focus was back. Immediately, he let out a gasp, and out from behind him, a third chain shot out. With his other two, they touched the ground beside him, and faster than before, the earth slipped out, in a thinner shape, like a long cylinder. His feet still carried him closer to his target, the pressure bearable, yet still there.
 
He melded, manipulated the earth until it resembled a stalactite. Once his feet had carried him close to the enemy, he sent the chunk of earth forward, stabbing forward, toward the eye of the Metalwork.