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[center][color=00a99d][b]Level:[/b][/color] 2
[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
[color=00a99d][b]Word Count:[/b][/color] 760[/center]


Cloud used the only improvised shield he had, slamming his Buster Sword into the ground and kneeling to take cover behind it. He could hear the scales pinging off the other side of his blade. The Gnorcs began to make a sound that was unlike the sound they normally made, and Cloud turned his head, peering up passed the shoulders of his sword at the beasts the bubbled and billowed into amalgams of flesh and body parts. The moaning creatures started to stretch their elongating limbs toward the heroes until James was quick to react. As a pink tentacle appendage was reaching toward Cloud’s face, the ex-SOLDIER leaned back as far as he could without leaning passed the cover provided by his blade. The void wall grenade detonated, bathing the screeching creatures in purple flames. It caused the Mutant Horror to retract its tentacle with an agonized screech.

James further provided fire, utilizing his sniper rifle to nail Gnasty in his eye. The shot would inevitably stop the infectious scale barrage and Cloud wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. The swordsman swiftly stood to his feet, the floor beneath his boots erupting in oscillating magical power as he faced the monstrous Gnorc and cast Ice. The ice spell would briefly freeze Gnasty Gnorc long enough to allow his veteran teammates to get in some free hits.

The underground then shook, causing Cloud to stumble a little in surprise when the dapper gentleman, Slayer, scattered the Mutant Horrors in an explosive landing. Cloud’s large mako-green eyes regarded the man for a moment. Slayer was apparently more than what he appeared to be. He couldn’t have been human as much as his suit made him seem. With Naija and Fox jumping in to take down Gnasty Gnorc, Cloud figured he would do his part staying out of the veterans’ way and making sure pests like the Mutant Horrors didn’t distract the heroes from completing the mission.

Cloud grasped the hilt of his Buster Sword and pulled the blade from the concrete floor. He twirled it like a windmill before him and then crossed it over and under in an infinite symbol, warming up his arm. The ex-SOLDIER faced the Mutant Horror that had tried to assimilate him. The creature was still burning from the void energy, but new cells were still emerging from the ones that weren’t being incinerated, causing the horror to continue to bud new parts.

[color=00a99d][b]“You’re not gonna make this easy, huh?”[/b][/color] Cloud muttered.

His other hand joined his grip on the hilt as he held his great sword in the direction of the mutant menace.

[color=00a99d][b]“I guess I’ll be the trash man. Someone’s gotta clean up this mess.”[/b][/color]

Cloud lunged at the beast, sweeping his blade upwards in a vertical cut up its center. The creature was divided for a moment, but pink ropes of flesh started to latch onto the diverging pieces, drawing them back together like pulled thread. Cloud turned, his sword rising to 12 o’clock before its counterclockwise sweep toward the ground. He brought the blade down and around to slash the creature horizontally, causing the Mutant Horror to diverge in opposite directions before it once again started to heal. The beast grew frustrated, screaming angrily as it thrust its many tentacles at Cloud.

The ex-SOLDIER jumped backward away from the extending limbs, and swiftly dashed to the right, running a circle around the beast much similar to how Naija was circling her own enemy. The limbs were trying to follow, retracting into its body like the eyes of a snail before shooting out to try and grab the blonde swordsman. Cloud took one hand off his blade and clenched his fist as fire erupted beneath his feet. Bolt!

A lance of lightning fired down from the ceiling, materializing out of nowhere to impale the Mutant Horror, causing its gelatinous body to convulse. The lightning sped up its incineration, the creature was beginning to turn black. Bolt! Cloud cast the attack again. The mutant’s body was becoming stiff and burnt—unable to move. Cloud stopped running, no longer needing to. He faced the Mutant Horror and focused for a final time, using the rest of his mana.

[color=00a99d][b]“BOLT!”[/b][/color]

The third strike turned the creature completely black as it froze in a crispy and smoking statue, the void energy extinguishing. A few beads of sweat had collected on Cloud’s face as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths. [color=00a99d][i]If I had to cast another lightning spell…[/i][/color] Cloud mused. What a pain that would have been.