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[color=deepskyblue] Chef Object watched as the woman fled to the next roof over. He whispered a curse word under his breath. He expected her to freeze in fear or become unable to move. Furthermore, the woman kept a bow on her which meant a ranged attack. Marcus could tell she wanted space between them in order to launch her arrows. Marcus landed on the roof with a thud. His impact sent some roof tiles onto the ground. 

	Marcus jerked his head to notice the woman sent arrows, as he predicted. His eyes opened wide once he witnessed a strange phenomenon. Strangely, the arrows coming at him were not realistic. They glowed and cut through the wind easily. Overall, Marcus acknowledged the appearance was bizarre. [color=cyan]"Magic?"[/color] Marcus clenched his teeth and asked to himself. He could not contemplate the concept. It did remain true that he had prior experience dealing with magical entities and monsters, but he wished he wouldn't have to fight another individual accustomed to magic so soon. 

	Even then, he figured the training simulation "made" up what happened. He denied most of it, but the arrows only convinced him. Marcus stepped back and attempted to find his balance as the arrows were sent. He began moving to the side when his eye caught the directional pattern. Chef Object gulped after realizing the arrows homed toward him. Frantically moving around the rooftop, he utilized his rubber powers to jump into the air and dodge the first projectile. 

	Upon landing, the other arrow struck his left shoulder. Marcus groaned, he quickly responded by holding onto his arm. He could hear Ally and Kurt down below; however, the pain blocked his hearing. [color=cyan]"Okay, you're done!"[/color] The boy shook off the pain and attempted to block it. He started running across the roof to gain momentum. Pushing onwards, he leaped again with an incoming fist from his right hand.

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[color=gray][color=red]"You're really mean,"[/color] The boy whined. He put his arms behind his head. He began putting more sound on his feet. This was him passively trying to stir a tantrum. The kid disliked the cold shoulder and wondered if this decision was best. Annoyingly, he would keep stopping only to turn around and look at the woman. 

	Once a moment passed, he stopped immediately and looked around. He closed his eyes and held a hand to signal the woman to stop moving. [color=red]"Shut up. Don't talk,"[/color] he ordered. He waited a full minute before speaking again. His attitude turned from his original playfulness to something foul. [color=red]"Do you hear that?"[/color] He asked. 

	The kid turned a full 360 degrees and looked at the woman. [color=red]"One of our own has been taken. Everyone is going to get her back,"[/color] he pointed to the sides of the forest. Lydia then sensed or heard other people moving through the woods. Their movements were quick and aggressive. [color=red]"Come help us. The person responsible needs to be punished,"[/color] he smiled. In a flash, the boy took in a running speed and waved to the woman to keep up. His sprint was unimaginable for a kid.  [/color]

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