[center][h2][color=f7941d]Ambrose Rothfield[/color][/h2]
[b]Traverse Town, Third District[/b][hr][@RyuShura][hr][/center]
	Peace and quiet... well, as much peace and quiet he would get with the whirring of his contraptions and the listless splurges of water traveling through the pipes. Adjusting his glasses, a young man sat at the forefront of this shop... if you could call such a place a shop. For the most part, he was busy making adjustments to a large, brass gauntlet, brushing away some sweat that trickled down his forehead as he tightened one of the braces on one of his weapons.

	Of course, as he was working, something managed to break his focus on his work, causing him to scrunch his eyebrows as he looked up for a brief moment, eyes peering beyond the stained glass and bars outside his workshop... before swiftly getting back on track and back to work. Humming to himself he leaned in close, calibrating and modifying a few features added on - didn't want the thing to break from too much pressure and such.

	And even after all that the noise he heard outside became even louder... seriously, what was going on that was so important?! Grunting and groaning, Ambrose mumbled a few curses as he gradually made his way towards the door, slouching over as he massaged the center of his temples with two fingers. Leaving behind a smudge on his forehead and peered out the smudged up window... and... uh...

	[color=f7941d]"... well huh, that ain't something you see e'ryday,"[/color] he mumbled, adjusting his glasses by gently pushing them to the bridge of his nose. Were these things heartless just like the rest?

	Ambrose squinted, rubbing away at the unclean sheet of glass to get a better look... and from what he discerned, these things were in no way heartless... they weren't amorphous enough. He tilted his head, squinting his eyes as he stared as the plaza became overran with... whatever these uniform, gray things were.

	He backed away, stretching for a moment. Looks like he was just going to have't wallop them, just like those bands of heartless he faced a couple of times on Ratcheon... shouldn't be too much of a challenge, bashing them over the head with a wrench would work.

	Backing away from the glass, Ambrose lightly sprinted over to the table, discarding his greasy gloves and exchanging them both for a singular black glove. As he tossed them over the counter, he knelt down and began rummaging through the drawers and grasping at his huge wrench underneath and threw it onto the counter, causing some of the tools to abruptly cling and clang.

	Bringing his right hand up, he began to rub down the gauntlet he was working on, the invasion of...

	[color=f7941d][i]"Shambler's,"[/i][/color] he thought to himself, mentally recording that name base on the odd way they moved... speaking of.

	As the bespectacled young man finished cleaning up, he heard some banging at his brass sutured doorstep. Musing to himself, he quickly shoved one hand into the socket and flipped a small switch inside. Suddenly, the gauntlet seemingly came to life, bursting with small tinges of light as it powered on.

	Giving his right hand a few familiar swings, he set his glasses near the same place where he placed the grimy gloves and strapped his goggles onto his face. Moving his hand over, he tightly grasped the heavy, club like wrench and picked it up as if it was nothing and slowly made his way towards the door.

	Bastards better of not screwed up his home...
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	As the houses were invaded from the outside, the thin gray creatures uniformly stayed in formation, save for a few who were prodding at the window, or the two that were banging on the door. Eventually after no answer, the funny little fellows proceeded to break from their original formation, forming a thin line of two, readying as if to ram the door over.

	Of course, that plan when out the window as the brass door slowly creaked open with a loud squeak that probably wouldn't drown out the screams in the district... and hiding behind it all was the tall young man, Ambrose.

	As he hid, his breathing was shortened, his pupils dilating a his heart pounded against his chest. His grip never faltered as he waited. Waited for them to march on into an ambush... well, as best of an ambush as he could set up.

	His ears perked up to the sound of footsteps coming in... and the moment he saw one of the gray creatures, the formation mostly toppled over, most of the peculiar beings, retreating outside as a few of their allies dissolved into nothingness. His arm was stretched outwards after that pivot and punch... and he wasn't stopping there.

	Dashing just a hair, Ambrose quickly approached one of the fallen creatures and gave it a quick punt, causing a few of them to move out of the way of the tiny gray missile... which proceeded to slam and hit some of the others, causing them to disintegrate as well. He had to keep moving.

	Ambrose proceeded to run forward, lunging at one of the creatures, who proceeded to dodge his obvious and projected attack... but that wasn't the point of his assault as he continued forward, interrupting a few of their allies as he blithely charged for a bit before stopping and swinging his fist around in a pivot, knocking away any potential creatures that might back attack him...

	... and surprise surprise, none of them even tried to go in for the kill. Next thing he saw was them compiling into a small group, forming a small half-circle as they approached him. Ambrose could see where this was going... and looking around the rest of the plaza for a brief moment told him that there was no way he was going to get out of this unscathed due to the flood of them around here... even though some of them were preoccupied with barging in and rounding up some of the inhabitants here.

	But there was one thing of interest as well as he began moving back, the remaining gray creatures whimsically striding toward him - the figure at the center of this all. Hm... Ambrose could only ponder on it for a brief second before he felt a sharp brisk bit of wind behind him. What the heck? Since when did he step into a downdr... oh. It was her.

	Grimacing, as he eyed the young girl, he took note of the enemies behind him and began walking forward a bit, looking up as he endured one of the jabs into his back before jamming his elbow backwards, knocking it away.

	[color=f7941d]"Ey' Twinkles, watch where yer aimin',"[/color] he shouted at Raily on the lampposts, wincing a bit after that attack as he kept tabs on the creatures now targeting him and her...

	Of course, the group sulking towards Ambrose had now merged with the group that was trying to capture the magi, both being encircled and entrapped by the shambler's... well, mostly him. With his back against a lamppost, there was only one thing left to do.

	Holding his right hand containing the gauntlet up, he spread his fingers out so the palms of the gauntlet could be seen. As he clenched his huge wrench with his left, he furrowed his eyebrows behind the goggles as he let out a small breath of air. Without uttering a single thing, his gauntlet whirred and sputtered a bit, causing seemingly nothing to happen...

	... except the assailants surrounding the duo seemed to come to a full stop, animation suspended by nothing as they stood as still as a statue. Wouldn't be long until they started moving again...