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[color=cyan]Level:[/color] 5
[color=cyan]Day/Time:[/color] Day Two
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Smash Arena
[color=cyan]Tags:[/color] None
[color=cyan]Mentions:[/color] [color=steelblue]Varrock[/color] [@Zarkun], [color=gold]Shantae[/color] [@Guardian Angel Haruki], [color=9966cc]Robin[/color] [@DarkRecon], [color=00a99d]Cloud[/color] [@Holy Soldier]
[color=cyan]Word Count:[/color] 392

[hider=Level Up]
(P)Damage + 1
(P)Defense + 1
(M)(E)Damage + 1
(M)(E)Defense + 1
Dexterity + 1

Ability: Burst[/hider]


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The bright, distorted, percussive pattering of automatic gunfire against reflective hard light sounded off its necessary cessation as bullets returned to their source at an angle intended to spare. As anticipated, the blockade troops took the hint to cease fire once it occurred to them that they were essentially shooting at themselves. A shame that they had to be prodded into stop to actually pay mind to what they were doing, but sadly, the realization came but a minute or so too late; damage was done, casualties resulted. Behind Fox lay confused, frightened, wounded innocents--some presumably dead--who wanted nothing more than to indulge in a thrilling night of gladiatorial entertainment, now victims of a harsh, unforeseen coincidence, with more harm than help from those meant to rescue them from it. This… was unacceptable. [s]They were supposed to help see to preventing this, not causing it! Now that Fox had their attention, he was keen on reminding them of that.

[color=cyan]“What the hell are you all doing,”[/color] he inquired assertively, all the while trying his best not to completely compromise his composure. [color=cyan]“You’re under the Council’s orders to [i]evacuate[/i] these civilians… SAFELY!”[/color] He gestured behind him to the fallen civilians--none of which appeared to be infected, but gunned down without a second thought regardless. [color=cyan]“You think they’re safe here?!”[/color] Beyond the cluster of bystanders are Varrock, Shantae, Robin, and Cloud dealing with what used to be an Egg Stealer. Fox doubled back in a running start in their direction as he quickly wrapped up his displeased address to the soldiers. [color=cyan]“We’ll take care of the quarantine. Get these people out of here. All of them. Now!”[/color]

After hurrying his way through the civilian huddle, Fox lept from the midpoint of the stairwell towards the Body Snatcher, now (hopefully) disoriented from the blast of Void smoke to its face. After releasing the Nightstalker from its grasp, Fox would air dash toward it to swiftly reduce the distance between it and him to zero. The motion trail that followed him darkened, wicks of flame subtly cloaked his form, and as he came to a stop directly above the creature, a dim glint signals a spontaneous eruption of explosive force inexplicably generated from the vulpine. Ideally, it would suffice to dispatch what would turn out to be the last of the remaining threats in the arena.[/s]