[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjhhNTY1Ni5TR0Z1YXlCTGNtbHVaQSwsLjEA/oceanside-typewriter.regular.png[/img] [@Holy Soldier][/center] Hank stared at the ground, lost in his thought. He didn't know how he'd build up his entire meat collection from scratch again. Most of the meat he had in the explosion had been with him for [i]months[/i]/]. He could try starting all over back in Australia, but there were small armies located at every wildlife preserve. If people wanted boring meat. He could try raiding some farm up in the states, but that'd put him on par with every other butchering schmuck. What made him above the rest is that he dealt in meat that you couldn't find at the nearest lil' food shop. Big Wigs all around the world knew about him notoriously, he was one of the few "Meat Men" who had practically every meat on the market, but he's not in that anymore until he can find some more meat. He almost didn't notice when the kid standing next to him spoke. [color=9e0b0f][b]“Mister, are you a cook?”[/b][/color] Little Gideon asked. [color=FireBrick]"Huh? Oh. Uh... I am, yeah."[/color] Hank replied. The strange kid stepped closer to the man, breaching the personal space to…[i]sniff[/i] him. It had only taken two sniffs for Little Gideon to place the scent to some odd meat smell. He leaned back away from the man and told him—what he might have already known: [color=9e0b0f][b]“You smell like meat! Do you have any on you?”[/b][/color] [color=FireBrick]"Nah... Not ever since, like, a half hour ago..."[/color] Hank looked at the child. He must have been some starving homeless kid, judging by how he was wearing some cotton dress. He sighed as he pulled out the mini-freezer from underneath his jacket. He was mildly surprised; He saw the last good thing in his collection, a Dodo Drumstick, which was it's own story with some crazy scientist... He couldn't give this away, it was the last thing he had!... But then he saw the kid staring wide-eyed at him, and let out a heavy sigh. [color=FireBrick]"Here. Take it, kid."[/color] Holding it out for the kid, Hank's face was filled with regret. He suddenly jerked it back. [color=FireBrick]"I-I'm sorry..."[/color] Hank dropped his cleaverblade, and whipped out his Flamethrower. He held the drumstick in one hand, and roasted it with the flamethrower in the other. After a good ten seconds, he turned it off and handed it to the kid. [color=FireBrick]"Sorry, it's a little bit hot. Didn't want to feed a kid raw food."[/color] Hank sat back down and sheathed his flamethrower. [hr] [center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjI0MC40ZWI0ZGEuUTJGc2RtbHVJRkpsWkhWbi4w/chewed-pen-bb.regular.png[/img] [@Indy Cooper][/center] Calvin saw Yen's wound and blinked. He wasn't used too much to the sight of blood. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Oh wow. That's not too good."[/color] Calvin commented, as dozens of bullets crashed against the fan protecting them. His hand glew blue, and he he moved it close to her wound. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Here, maybe I can put it on [i]ice[/i]."[/color] Calvin waited for the rimshot. The guy was probably dead, though. He shrugged, as he touched his hand against Yen's wound. Ice immediately started to build up around it, blocking the blood flow, but probably causing more pain from the wound than if Calvin had just ran and grabbed a first-aid kit. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Sorry, I'm not too good at healing."[/color] Suddenly, Calvin winced as a loud thud echoed throughout the entire stadium over the gunfire and combat noises. Some giant pill had landed smack dab in the center of the stadium, four giant legs coming out of it. That wasn't a pill, that was a robot! It created some black-hole thingy in front of it, and both Yen and Calvin felt themselves get pulled towards it, along with anything else that wasn't bolted to the ground. Calvin tried grabbing onto some chairs, but kept getting sucked closer. Just as he was about to regret all those Walruses he picked fights with, he felt himself calmly hang in the air. Dozens of other Nomads and robots were suspended in mid-air around the black hole. [color=LightSkyBlue]"Really rough day, huh?"[/color] Calvin asked to Yen. Everyone suddenly hit the ground as the black sphere faded. This sure was a battle, Calvin thought, as suddenly all the Nomads and Robots fighting each other were suddenly in one spot through the entire stadium in all-out warfare. Calvin knew exactly what to do. He pushed Yen to a crouch, as both of his hands glowed blue with Ki. [color=LightSkyBlue][B][I]"Igloo."[/I][/B][/color] Calvin calmly stated. A neat dome of ice immediately erected around Calvin and Yen in the midst of battle. [color=LightSkyBlue]"There we go. This should give us a few seconds to think about what we do once either this Igloo melts, or some robot blows it up. Or maybe some dick of a Nomad considers us cowards and immediately shatters it."[/color]