[center][h2][color=f7941d]Ambrose Rothfield[/color][/h2]
[b]Traverse Town, Third District[/b][hr][@RyuShura][@Double][hr][/center]
	Ambrose shook his head, turning his head up to coolly eye the much younger and very, very annoyingly peppy magi. Frowning, he shook his head as he primed his gauntlet to give a good swing as he pivoted around. [color=f7941d]"There's no way in hell I could teach this to you, you would never learn it,"[/color] he dryly spoke before turning his attention to the peculiar gray creatures.

	Before he could react, he heard the younger announce her own plans in a sense, not bothering to acknowledge her... before flinching at the sudden tap on his shoulder as a warm sensation filled him. The minor amounts of pain in his back had dissipated... did she just? Ambrose shook his head as he tapped the wrench at his side. What a waste...

	Regardless, the girl had her own plans, and as much as Ambrose preferred to not take any chances, he was content to do so [i]this time[/i]. Hey, maybe she might drop her overly irritating enthusiasm to normal levels after getting slapped around for a bit. Standing in place, Ambrose tensed up a little as he watched the little magi and her cat did a little pose in front of him, rolling his eyes at the over-enthusiasm radiating from her and her cat, watching as it all came to an end.

	Time began to move again for the shamblers...

	Of course, as it did, he suddenly felt an updraft? No, downdraft? Whatever, she just casted that same spell, but bigger, causing the surrounding shamblers and a few others who got too close to be scooped up into the impending flurry. So this was her plan then, huh?

	... hmm, that wasn't to bad of a plan; this was something he could work with. Squeezing his gauntlet tightly, Ambrose cracked his neck, giving his wrench a good twirl as the girl made them both the center of attention, causing the young man to shake his head.

	Time to get t'work!

	Using all the strength he had within him, Ambrose grasped his wrench tightly with both of his hands before running near where the storm was taking place. Swinging with all his might, he felt the tension in his muscles increased as the mechanic tried to push forward, as each smack resulted in a little recoil - and another destroyed shambler.

	As the winds and shamblers died down, the horde surrounding them were cleared out for the most part... great, but now there were the others. [color=f7941d]"That was a decent plan Twinkles,"[/color] Ambrose grunted as he rotated his shoulders, grunting as little. [color=f7941d]"... but we still have others that want our head on a platter."[/color]

	Ambrose let his gauntlet arm slip off his wrench as he gestured to the other gray creatures. [color=f7941d]"Hope y'still have some juice in-"[/color]

	Before he could even react, he suddenly felt a chill run up his spine as he found himself and the magi ensnared in ice! How did, what the... wait, the guy in front of them did that? Oh great. Staring daggers at the hooded individual as he unmasked himself was honestly the only thing he could do at this point...

	... AND DEAR GOD, HE WAS WORSE THAN GABS! Seriously, with a face like that and the way he just... presented himself just made him look very punchable... if he wasn't subjected to either being killed or turned into a lab rat. Gods, he just wanted to tell this... whats his face, calls himself Vexen? Babel's to shut up! Honestly, if he was smart enough to finish them off why gl-

	... and great, the cavalry is here. The ice immediately broke around him in chunks as they clunked around him. Ambrose couldn't help but shiver a little, giving the younger girl a frown as his teeth shattered behind his lips.

	[color=f7941d]"Yeah, yeah, we're fine, Flowers, thanks for the rescue,"[/color] he said to Aeris in a nonchalant manner, lacking any sort of venom he would normally have towards most people. Clenching his wrench, he wasn't going to spare any time for any more talking. Focusing on Vexen, he squinted at the man as he balled his gauntlet-hand up into a fist.

	[color=f7941d]"Chatter later, beat down Babel's,"[/color] he shouted, tossing his wrench directly at Vexen, putting as much force as he could into his chilled arm. [color=f7941d]"Gab's, with me,"[/color] Ambrose spoke as he rushed at the Imperator, his gauntlet-hand spread out wide.

	And in those seconds, as he supposedly reached out at the man, the machine whirred and sputtered lively as it did before with the shamblers.