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[center][color=00a99d][b]Level:[/b][/color] 1
[color=00a99d][b]Day/Time:[/b][/color] Day Two, Afternoon
[color=00a99d][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ragnorok to the 6th Floor of the Butter Building
[color=00a99d][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@Guardian Angel Haruki][@Zarkun][@Leaves][@Etherean Fire]
[color=00a99d][b]Word Count:[/b][/color] 383[/center]

The pink creature wasn’t too thrilled about being shot at. With Alicia having stalled the [i]boss[/i], Frisk had been able to finish their analysis. They informed the group about Marx’s absence of Mario’s soul, and Cloud thought how convenient their ability had been. With a boast of prowess that the creature had yet to prove, he jumped on his ball and sprang into the air, rainbow batwings sprouting from his sides. He flexed his glittery form before the heroes and demanded their intimidation. Cloud narrowed his eyes and arched a brow, but his expression was soon to change to one of surprise when the reinforcements arrived. It seemed like horrible timing for Marx had begun his assault on the group. Cloud felt the pull of the black hole before Marx had finished diverging. He watched the well-dressed, spiky-haired man attempt to hopelessly run from the pull of the black hole, and the ex-SOLDIER, similar to Alicia, quickly stabbed his buster sword into the floor behind Phoenix. If he ever got tired of running, then he had his great sword to post against. Cloud gripped the hilt of his sword tightly as his feet were wrenched out beneath him.

Marx was sounding overconfident as he crazily warned the group about never returning if they were sucked inside. He was like some cliché villain. Cloud bore his teeth in effort as he felt the black hole putting a strain on even his bioengineered body. He overheard Frisk and Alicia shouting back and forth. Alicia was apparently unable to get a clear shot in their current predicament.

[color=00a99d][i]I’ll give it a shot,[/i][/color] Cloud thought.

The blond mercenary glared down his stretched out body passed his booted feet at the smiling bat. His free hand he clenched into a fist, the muscles of his arms flexing as the green jewel slotted in his blade started to glow. He felt the magical energy from the materia flow through the hand which gripped the sword along his arm and into his other hand, which was fisted. A bright light erupted from the floor beneath him, causing the blades of his hair to ripple. Thrusting his fist outwards in the bat’s direction, manifesting from the ceiling descended a spear of lightning aimed to strike the left half of the bat.