[center][h2]Michael Angie[/h2][/center]

Michael nodded, and began to head toward the stairs. Only then did things begin to get hectic as a hole was blasted through from the floor above, making Michael jump back in surprise. Whatever was going on, it was not gonna be easy getting through it. As Alexander ran off, Michael was about to go after him, only to be distracted by a scream coming from the hole. Looking towards the scene, Michael saw Lise falling through it, as well as the resulting aftermath. [i]Well that's embarrassing,[/i] Michael thought, turning away almost immediately. 

Another scream brought his attention back to the hole, this one full of anger. With all the information he had on hand, Michael made an educated guess and assumed that the guy jumping down through the hole to confront Alto was Vittorio. Michael backed off from the chaos, right into the company of Alexander, Lise, and Andriem. "Well, shit," Michael said, still facing toward Vittorio and Alto. Michael gave a small wave to Lise and Andriem as Alexander introduced him to them, barely paying attention as he tried to figure out what to do. Alexander's suggestion, however, made him yell in surprise, "You want me to what!?" Michael had not had any experience dealing with astral bodies, so he had no clue what sort of Trap Art could even interact with them, let alone restrain them. Michael did know that it was possible in theory, but the problem was finding the right solution. 

"Ugh, you know what, whatever! I'll come up with something!" Michael said, summoning his paintbrush and adding extra speed Body Arts to his arms and legs, as well as a durability-enhancing Body Art on his chest, just in case. He then morphed his paintbrush into one with a long handle and a wide brush. Michael crouched down as he ran in a wide circle around Vittorio, running his brush along the ground to construct the Trap Art. The inside of the circle's edge was then lined with more circles. This was one of his standard design for a Trap Art. Activating the Trap, the circles at the edge immediately filled up, and dark tentacles emerged from them. The tentacles then shot towards Vittorio, intended to wrap around his limbs and rob them of movement. Michael hoped it would be enough, but for some reason, he doubted it.

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