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[h1][color=fff257]Acion Nakamiji[/color][/h1][hr][/center]
His arrival was pretty much last minute, and, having unfortunately arrived after the planning was finished, members of the team had to rebrief the plan to him. Long plan short, Acion was assigned to what's called the Lance Team, aside from the other team called Hammer. His job, along with the rest of the members, would be skirmishing. Chase the prefects, harass them, chip off their strength, survive. Basically being the big sore fingers in their sword-wielding hand. Simply everything he could possibly want. No disagreements there. The team placements were pretty much suited for their own respective role, he'd say. The thing that probably would put a little X doubt on his mind would be Ruby's decision to stick together. It's not...a bad idea per say. It's pretty much standard teamwork tactic in competitive games. But how close to the team and each other is a pretty vague description. For them, it may not be much of an issue at all, but for Acion, that could draw a line to what he should do. He's a flyer. As much as he wanted to improve ground combat, Acion's biggest strength would always be the fact that he could fly, and he could fly fast. He could be the eye, the thorn, and in this case the mouth of the team as well, since Dulga had wanted the team to not use earpieces, so chances are if something pop up and the team requiring assistance, he'd likely be the one to inform them. So if Ruby had wanted Acion to stay with the team, that wouldn't be good. Sometimes, the difference between victory and defeat could be the piece of information that one side knew but the others do not.

[color=fff257]"How close do you want me to be?"[/color] Acion asked Ruby. [color=fff257]"Because I think I want to be up there and watch what is going on."[/color] 

The lack of earpieces would probably hurt Acion the most out of everybody, considering the fact that most of the time he acted independently, and relied on it to maintain the flow of vital information from and to him. And also when his other classmates weren't such adept flyers like he was, let's just say he ought to change his strategy a little bit this time. 

[color=fff257]"I'll not go too far though. Not to worry. I'll keep everyone updated at every turn."[/color] He reassured them, before giving them a two finger salute. [color=fff257]"Good luck. We'll knock them a few pegs."[/color]

Once Dulga gave the order to go, Acion immediately took to the sky. He did not hesitate to burn off a bit of his stamina to building up the speed to sweep through a portion of the district close to 1-A's starting position before climbing to a higher altitude, enough to be slightly above than the tallest building in the entire training arena. He could possibly go even higher, but he knew he needed to keep track of his teammates as well and assist them if possible. But now, eyes of the sky, he'd observe, while trying to make sure he did not move too predictably, changing speed and direction every few seconds.

And not too long into it, the first enemy was spotted. 

[color=fff257]"What in the dying heaven..."[/color]

At first it was just a roar, and then the sound of metals being thrown into a recycling plant. Then emerged, from the distance, a huge minotaur in majestic silvers, hanging on a high building before doing the roof hopping. 

This ain't gonna be an easy picking for sure.

If this is one guy, then he expected the others to be just as strong. 

But at least he knew his location. What about the rest? That minotaur surely wasn't doing this without the other's involvement. He was taunting 1-A as well. He wanted them to follow him? And fight? All was too unclear at the moment.

Acion didn't stop him though. Firstly, he can't. The beast only asked if he can. He's not. Not on his own. Secondly, he needed to know where were the rest of their team, or if not, what they planned to do at least. 

He turned back down to the rest of the Lance Team, trying to use hand signal and hope that one of them would notice. He'd point at himself, then his two eyes, then swung the two fingers around, then a finger at them, pointing upward, saying that he'd continue the scout around the arena, he'd be back in a minute. The lack of communication earpieces sucked, but he couldn't complain now. If they didn't get it, well...it's just a minute. 
[@Silver Carrot] [@Melpaws][@Lucius Cypher][@Ryonara]