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[color=firebrick]"Oh."[/color] Mastar said abruptly as she immediately scrambled to her feet in the tank. Gosh darnit Manifold! You could've given a heads up you were gonna throw that! Within seconds, Mastar oozed out of the tank and made it back onto the grass and dirt, making a beeline for where the truck wa- where'd that go? On that note, where did Manifold go...? Bah, she'd worry about that later. Right now there was what seemed to be an imploding ball of pure light expanding right behind her. In an instant, her powers went into overdrive it seemed, her mass growing in front of her to help keep her from getting caught by the blast. At first, it wasn't much of a growth, but then she found herself in front of the blast by a couple of yards, before she actually managed to outrun it entirely and make it back to Arson and... Jackalope? Was that his name? She didn't care, she was exhausted.

[color=firebrick]"H-Hey... haahh... m-managed to outrun my death... haahh... gimme a second."[/color] she said, breathing hard. How much did she lose there for tar generation? Fifty seemed too small, maybe a hundred? Bah, whatever. she was alive, though, and that's all that mattered. [color=firebrick]"Where's... Manifold? Pretty sure she... was right by the truck..."[/color] 

[quote=Jackalope][color=#77815C]"Oh, [i]shit![/i] She's still under there!"[/color][/quote]

[color=firebrick]"... s-she should be fine... r-right Arson...?[/color] Mastar stuttered, stepping over to the wreckage of the truck and pouring more tar into her arms for more strength. She was going to have to try to heave it to the side, at least enough so that Manifold could be revealed if she was under there. Arson could easily do it, but maybe if Mastar did then everything would be okay. [color=firebrick]"Y-you and her fought against Endbringers before! What's a truck gonna do, s-scrape your knee?"[/color] Mastar smiled as she placed two tarry tendrils under the truck, took a breath, and lifted as much as she could. She tried to keep her smile up, but it wouldn't serve to hide the fact she was definitely worried.

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[color=adeaea][b]"Whoa, isn't that kinda taboo?"[/b][/color] Aesthetic whispered, still paying attention to the situation as her cape identity. That's... wow. She remembered that it was kind of breaking a rule in the past to reveal names like that. Though, that was in the past, back when there was a Protectorate and such. Now it's different... so... maybe it didn't matter as much? Regardless, the situation was still one that was interesting to watch, especially with the development that SWAT took a knee towards Spindle.

[color=adeaea][b]"Talk about first impressions."[/b][/color] She rolled her eyes at what was going on while still simply watching and observing. C'mon, Judah! You could've at least asked why before you willingly did it!