[center] [h3][color=00aeef] Caesar - Not My Family! [/Color] [/h3][/center]
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Caesar watched as most of the rest of the crew gave immediate chase after the Behemoth, frowning as he watched the bastard give Krabbe a solid whack before returning to Prime form.

Even as everyone countered and attacked, or did nothing in Feya's case - he'd need to have a talk with her after this, Caesar could see what was going to happen.

The Kid had left himself open. That wasn't going to go well. Feya had left an opening by running her mouth and not attacking. Liliana should be alright, if she moved fast enough. The... Wrench guy?... Was fighting a power battle he couldn't hope to win. And Slick? He focused on trying to trip up the many legged form.... Again. The fire could help, but otherwise Caesar could almost discount Slick's actions in the parameters, having already seen the tactic not work well against this form.

He watched it happen with growing agitation as he saw all the flaws in the attacks, and he knew they were about to suffer for the sloppiness.

[Color=00aeef]"Cedric... Get ready to fire..."[/color] the young Mink growled as the ships came close enough to each other. With a running start he jumped the gap, wincing at his injured ribs, and rolled directly into the fray. Coming from behind the Wrench guy, Caesar added his own strength against the Trident, swinging his machete with his free hand at the leg to the right of the one Wrench guy was swinging at.

[Color=00aeef]"YOU WILL NOT HURT MY FRIENDS!"[/color] Caesar yelled with a surge of force against the Trident, looking to make it bash Prime in the head.