[img]https://i.imgur.com/W2iBN9x.png[/img][color=8dc73f][h2]Falk Fukuzawa[/h2][/color]

When the others arrived, Falk was lounging against the sensor, waiting for them. [color=8dc73f]"We should hurry."[/color] Falk said, his voice slightly muffled by the helmet he was wearing. He inclined his head slightly towards Al. [color=8dc73f]"I already did. Don't freak out or anything, but we're-"[/color] The last part of that thought was [color=8dc73f]"-surrounded"[/color], but saying so would have been redundant, because that was the point when four squads of invaders jumped out at them. Instantly, Falk sprung into action. His fingers tightened, and suddenly, the threads he had manifested tightened, creating an invisible web. No amount of pushing or pulling would be able to break it. If they were really smart, they might figure out that they had to cut it, but he doubted they could if they couldn't see it. With catlike grace, Falk clambered up a tree.

Falk had heard the rumors that the invaders communicated with ESP through a "leader," and he for one believed them. He held out his left hand, and then fired the loaded grenade right at the humanoid one. With a FOOMPH, a pink bomb shot out of it at high speed. One of his pink satchel charges, with a small, but intensely powerful blast. Designed for building demolition or large game.