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	It was time to begin. He placed his hands on his chest, the symbol on the back of his suit sending out crackling black energy. The energy traveled through his body and to the dirt below him as his teammates advanced towards the other side of the field. Soon, patches of ground around the flag's "bunker" would seem to melt and flow into themselves, slowly growing in [i]heat[/i] and emitting a soft light as they converted into boiling [i]magma[/i]. After the pools formed, each one would have a short cone of rocky earth rise from the ground around them, protecting them from the wind and snow.

   Aram admired his handiwork, which looked like a field of mini-volcanoes. [color=fff200]"Nice and toasty over here.."[/color] he said to himself. This array would keep this area warm, warding off the effects of the cold, and give him a reliable way to deal with the ice-abuser if he needed to fight her on their turf. As for the artillery- a shell exploded nearby, chipping off a small piece of rocky stone from one of the volcanoes- he'd have to figure something out for her.

He dusted off his gloves(even though they were perfectly clean), but he wasn't done yet. He would make a shield for himself, pulling some material from the earth and transmuting it into thick steel, then strapping it to his left arm. He left his hands unburdened though, as he would approach with his allies until they reached the pillars on their side of the field. Here there were fewer volcanoes than farther back, but still a couple. Here he would set a trap for his enemies. He got to work transmuting, a drop of sweat forming on his brow.

[color=fff200]"Let's beat feet. We wouldn't want to keep our [i]new friends[/i] waiting, would we?"[/color] he said with a smirk.