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	Aram winced as he saw the flames sprout from the stairwell right as Nasaraph dived out of it. [color=fff200]"O-oops. Sorry, Nasaraph.."[/color] he said sheepishly as he registered his mistake, scratching his head.

	But he needed to handle the immediate threat. And apparently a request for...fortifications? He smirked at that. [color=fff200]"You came to the right guy, Bird bro."[/color]

	He reached behind him, grabbing a plate out of his open satchel and throwing it on the ground in front of him. He then clapped his hands once more, and placed them against the rooftop as he focused on the area from where they had come. Soon, the concrete around the stairwell began to bend and grind to his will, filling the hole where the door had once been. It melded into a solid wall. [color=fff200]"Try getting past that!"[/color] he shouted, dusting off his hands. 
[color=fff79a]Please tell me they can't teleport...[/color] he frowned to himself.

	[color=fff200]"Oh, yeah. Fortifications."[/color] Aram said, remembering the rest of his task. [color=fff200]"Uhh...I guess old-fashioned works?"[/color] he looked back over his shoulder, worrying that he himself wouldn't even have enough time to perform a task this big.

	Nearby Samoth pressed his forefingers against his temples as he looked up, recovering somewhat from his headache. Light sensitivity was quickly developing. [color=fff200]"Little help, Army boy? Could use some cover."[/color] Samoth half-trudged to a spot behind the kneeling student, and faced the rest of the roof. His developing headache was hindering his focus, as well as his composure, but he'd still be able to throw up a weak shield or two. But anymore shield-breaks and he'd be effectively exhausted.

	Aram turned to focus on the transmutation circle once again under his hands, closing his eyes and thinking about what he wished to create. Rather, what to re-shape. Black energy sparked between his hands and the circle, initiating the process of transmutation. Nearby rooftop AC units would soon begin to decompose, shifting through the roof towards Aram. Some sections of the rooftop became thin as the mass was also transferred to Aram, one section actually opening up and making a hole in the roof. 

	He had been taught in his Alchemy classes that nothing could ever be destroyed. Or created. One thing came from another, even if you couldn't see it. At first he thought it had seemed a little far-fetched. But in time, it made sense. It was a somewhat difficult theory to explain however; how the mass traveled through other mass to reach its destination. But it was crucial to understand. Changing the structural integrity of a building could be very dangerous, and while he wasn't [i]technically[/i] supposed to do that unless he had to, he thought this was a good enough situation, if any.

	The concrete began to rise, sounding like slate against slate as it formed into the shape the Alchemist desired. It formed over an open pocket, slowly turning into a thick dome, with a couple square "windows" in the sides, and a small entrance on the side facing away from the Demons. He transmuted a bunker large enough to fit at least five people, along with several short walls outside of the bunker for extra cover.

	He tucked the plate into the front of his pants, and stood, turning towards the Demons, with a single sweat-drop on his brow. [color=fff200]"Hopefully that's fort-y enough for ya-"[/color] he breathed. [color=fff200]"-sorry I didn't give it wings, though."[/color] he said to Nasaraph. He stooped to pick up the Bing Bong sword, holding it in what he thought was a menacing pose, a tuft of red hair covering his eye. He blew it away. [color=fff200]"You can go rest with Nasaraph in the igloo over there if you want, Samoth. I'll do what I can to stall. They shouldn't bother you much in there."[/color]

	The older student didn't look over, just waved his hand to dismiss the thought. His stare wasn't quite as cold as before...moreso pained. [color=00a651]"I'll fight."[/color]

	[color=fff79a]Now why did I expect that...[/color]
	[color=fff200]"HEY! Come get some! Cowards!"[/color] Aram yelled towards the middle of the rooftop.

	Samoth winced.

	

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