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	Aram was satisfied with the effect of his attacks. While one was quickly quelled by the opponent by the name of 'Rurik', the other one had seemingly left the other foe unable to move at all. He chuckled as he looked over to Andras.

[color=fff200]"Who needs plans when I get results like these?!"[/color] he shouted gleefully as he threw his palms forward, face-up, in a 'look at that' gesture.

   Soon after however, the girl uttered a chant, drawing one of her ethereal cards and seemingly invoking it to draw more cards - but some went to his hand instead?? And Brutus' too? 

[color=fff79a][i]That's a wacky power she has there..[/i][/color] he pondered. But apparently the cards he had drawn weren't any good. [color=fff200]"Never was very charmed when it came to card-luck.."[/color] he smirked, [color=fff200]"but that's why I always cheat!"[/color] he jeered as the cards flew up his sleeve.

The Alchemist drew his right arm back again. This attack was sure to finish Bak off. She was completely vulnerable - immobile. There was no escaping it now. He finished the wind-up, and sent his open palm forcefully into the stonework as energy crackled over his hand.

Just as a wave of light, cool energy washed over him - and he felt the solid [i]THRACK[/i] of his palm slamming against the stone wall.

The student folded over, clutching his wrist with his other hand, while shouting a profanity to express the splintering pain -- except no sound came out of his mouth.

[color=fff79a][i]What the hell?!?![/i][/color] he breathed sharply.

He straightened his posture enough to look around for Brutus and Andras, his face reddened from the pain of his probably-sprained wrist.

Before he could mouth the words "What just happened?", the girl was leaving her teammates to engage the enemy. Aram couldn't shout at her to wait - he could make no sound.

He tried to run after her, they needed to regroup to a strategic position , but she was already out of cover and engaging them.

[color=fff79a]Damnit!![/color] he thought as he stared off after her, [color=fff79a][i]Does this dame have no sense of strategy?![/i][/color]

He turned back to Brutus. He wasn't going to go in without him. Andras had already played her hand and now they had to stack the cards - even if said cards had no more power left in them.

He hoisted his shield to his left arm, holding his right wrist tenderly. If he had some type of sword, he could maybe catch their opponents off-guard, even with his injured hand he could likely perform dead-weight slashes - but there was no such luck. He hadn't transmuted one.

It was looking grim for his team.