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[center][color=00a99d][b]Level:[/b][/color] 1
[color=00a99d][b]Day/Time:[/b][/color] Day Two, Noon
[color=00a99d][b]Location:[/b][/color] Smash Arena
[color=00a99d][b]Tag:[/b][/color] Everyone (Mention: Fox)
[color=00a99d][b]Word Count:[/b][/color] 503[/center]


Cloud halted his next swing when the loud blare of the Gnorc leader thundered throughout the arena. The nasty was having a tantrum, huffing and puffing like an overgrown child until the blonde warrior realized that there was much more to it. Gnasty Gnorc underwent a hideous mutation, transforming into an even greater threat. When the brute crossed his massive arms, Cloud saw his scaly protrusions flare outwards. The ex-SOLDIER’s eyes snapped over to Steve who had the throat of a Gnorc minion clenched in his right fist, while his left was cocked back but unmoving. The confused boxer was frowning at the larger Gnorc and didn’t seem to understand that he was in danger.

The blonde lunged toward Steve, his hand outstretched in his dive. The boxer was turning his head defensively, a single blue eye passing over his shoulder when he felt the swordsman’s hand clench about his shirt. Cloud’s bodyweight crashed into him, causing the two to tumble as Gnasty started firing off his black scabs. Cloud held his large buster sword before them. The scabs pinged off the colossal blade, unintentionally ricocheting away from the two fighters as they collapsed in a heap on the ground. The Gnorc Steve had had a hold of went squealing and rolling across the floor. The swordsman was prone across the boxer, shielding him with his body while his buster sword rested next to them like a slab of cover.

When the fire subsided, Cloud released Steve’s shirt and pressed his hand into the floor next to the boxer’s head. Both men were avoiding eye-contact for regardless if the stunt had been a necessary save, it didn’t spare the awkwardness. The grunting and wild snarling of a Gnorc who had a black spade-shaped scale implanted in its warty behind drew the attention of Cloud and Steve as they watched the creature roll and writhe on the ground. Gnorcs were flailing about on the ground, mutating into creatures that were no longer silly and harmless in appearance but vicious and nightmarish.

The ex-SOLDIER quickly rose to his feet, hefting his great sword. His blonde brows converged on his forehead over blue-green eyes that gleamed with DETERMINATION. He gazed at the twitching, snarling, and drooling uglies that were rising off the floor in a circle around him and Steve like weeds. Fox managed to burn through a row of them, while shooting at the biggest of the uglies. He told Steve to leave, and Cloud couldn’t agree more. It wasn’t because he didn’t think Steve could handle himself but that the boxer hadn’t been vaccinated like the rest of them. He expected the Brit to protest and so added, [color=00a99d][b]“If those scales had struck you, you would be looking just like them. I agree with Fox. Leave this to us. We’ll try not to make too much of a mess.”[/b][/color]

Cloud raised his blade upon his shoulders and walked over to join the group of protagonists who were about to get nasty with Gnasty Gnorc.