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Aram adjusted his cuffs as the trio that was him and his team stepped out onto the field, heading towards the small structure that encompassed their flag. The matches beforehand had been easy- despite the regulations they'd put on the flag so that he couldn't completely encase it- requiring minimal effort on his part. Well, maybe that was because he was in the back for the most part. But that was for good reason, and not of his own choice. He was technically the best defender.

He attempted, and failed, to get rid of some blood on his sleeve that'd ended up from one of their last opponents getting too close to their flag. Obviously it hadn't ended well for them. [color=fff200]"Hmm...let me think."[/color] he mused as he crossed his arms and tapped the fingers of one hand against him bicep. [color=fff200]"Nope. Haven't done nothin' to unscrew any Mephistos Crew lately. Maybe she was starin' cause you're starin'?"[/color] He finished straightening his clothing as much as he could manage before saying [color=fff200]"Ready. Seems like we have a good case of their power sets, but vice-versa...and I don't have to remind you to look out for the walking artillery."[/color]

He'd plan on setting up defensive structures around the flag as soon as they were allowed to start doing so. He had a few new ideas to keep this specific team at bay..