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	[color=fff200]Michael?[/color] Aram looked down the whole to spot the boy within the midst of the fight. [color=fff200]"That is Michael! What is he doing down there with those people??"[/color] he exclaimed. [color=fff200]"We have to go help him."[/color]

	He turned to Brutus and Nasarath, in turn. [color=fff200]"You guys will help me, right?"[/color]
Whatever the answer, Aram would clasp his hands together abruptly, and then lay them against the floor near the hole. Bits and pieces of hanging rubble, and nearby furniture such as table lamps and side tables would soon dissolve into the floor, appearing in his hand, that Aram now held out above the hole, in the form of a steel pole several inches in diameter. It quickly expanded past the floor below, absorbing mass from surrounded furniture and debris.

	It quickly reached the first floor, then welding itself to the ground. Aram looked back to Nasaraph and Brutus, while securing the Bing Bong sword on his back. He turned back to the pole and grasped it firmly, then jumped off the edge, and begun sliding down it. He had to help Michael, and no one would convince him otherwise.