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[color=salmon]Word Count: 1172 (+2 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]4[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 32/40
[b]Location:[/b]Land of Adventure[/color][/center]
Cadet couldn't really say that he'd been out past this side of Lumbridge before. The view was pretty nice though, at least for the first bit.  Once the little living bullets started taking potshots at their ride, it was decidedly less nice. Still, most of the critters they drove past were of little threat to the Grimm and it's passengers. Luckily the others in their entourage didn't seem to have any major problems with them either. Some in their party took shots of their own at passing keese, and Cadet egged them on, wanting for one of his bowguns. He swatted at the few bat-like creatures that got through Linkle's onslaught, but they quickly poofed into either dust or low level spirits, and the Brother Grimm raced on, leaving the remnants behind.  Kamek [i]did[/i] say something about being really precise with trying to take pieces off of enemies, otherwise they'd just turn into spirits, and honestly that was still the thing Cadet found he had the hardest time wrapping his brain around. Thoughts for another time though, as the truck was quickly approaching a wide canyon, their destination on the other side.

The hunter peeked around the truck's cab from his spot in the bed. Quite a gap that was, he could tell even from here. Cadet wasn't exactly familiar with the inner workings of the monster truck, but if Euden said they could jump it then he believed him - and when Peach put them in reverse only to put pedal to metal a moment later, Cadet whooped out his approval, [color=salmon]"Right on, Princess!"[/color]

It was a hard landing, much worse than the crash from the other night, but Cadet kept a firm hold on the edges of the monster truck and pulled himself back into the bed just as he was nearly flung from it. There was barely time to take a breath before enemies began appearing from the void, bubbling up from dark goo-ish puddles. Being that the red headed man was still brimming with energy from earlier, he wasted no time hopping out of the vehicle and brandishing his sword and shield. He overheard some vague words from Bowser and company about recognizing the many weird looking foes, and Cadet took that as good news - if some of their squad had dealt with these types of things before, it shouldn't be too difficult, right? So of course, Cadet headed right on into battle.

[color=salmon]"Okay! Let's - [i]!?"[/i][/color] The hunter's enthusiasm was cut short from an unexpected blast of wind. For such skinny guys, the Borboras certainly had impressive lung capacity. The trumpet-headed enemy managed to catch Ace Cadet totally off guard with it's wind blast, sending the red head tumbling backwards... and backwards, backwards still, until the Borboras was handily taken out by others in their group. Cadet was pushed nearly to the cliff's edge before the Borboras was defeated, but as soon as it's wind stopped the hunter got to his feat and dusted himself off.

[color=salmon]"Okaaaay, gonna try that again,"[/color] he grumbled to himself before jogging back into the fray. The group had expanded in a big way - it seemed anyone that was capable of summoning allies had done so. It closed the gap between numbers, making it harder for the "subspace" things to gang up on anyone person, which was great news for those like Cadet that didn't have a horde of minions in their pocket. The hunter did his part, slashing at Feyesh overhead when they swooped in low to attack. A poorly timed jab gave one of the fish an opening to zap the Cadet, it was painful and stunned him for a moment, but it's power was far less than what he was usually zapped with if he was being honest. The flying creatures' tentacles came cleanly off with a swing of his blade, and after being left defenseless they were easy enough pickings... but still they kept coming, and not just the Feyesh - all of the enemies were intent on attacking, sort of mindlessly even. It would have been a bit unnerving if there weren't so many of them to fight through.

Ace Cadet managed to push up back towards the bulk of the group, bashing and stabbing any of the little Primids that happened to get past the others. With just his melee weapon on hand, it was slow going, but he made just in time to lay eyes on the bulbous thing with two [i]wicked[/i] looking scythes attached to it rolling towards them - though it was doubtful he would have missed it anyway, seeing as it was quite a bit larger than most anything else on the battlefield.

[color=salmon]"Whoa, heads up!"[/color] he called to the group at large. Two thoughts quickly passed through the Cadet's head: the first, [i]can I take that thing?[/i] and the second almost immediately after, [i]yeah I can probably take that thing.[/i] The Greap looked like it was made of solid steel, it would be tough, but even if the Cadet was unable to beat it alone he could at least distract it so it didn't catch anyone with their hands already full. As soon as the red head broke off towards it, the scythe wielding creature set it's eyes on him and rolled forward to meet him, it's weapons held high overhead... then swiftly brought down, aiming to slice the Cadet in one fell chop. The weight of it's blades and the momentum of it's swing brought the scythes down hard, and the Cadet's shield was the only thing between him and the sharp end of it's arms. It's strike was heavy, putting the young man into the dirt and knocking the wind out of him, but his shield held strong. The Cadet was pinned, unable to throw the weighty scythe off of him until the Greap rolled backwards and raised it, preparing for another blow. The hunter's torso would likely be a mess of dark bruises after that first attack, a second would probably crack a few ribs and then some - so as soon as he got the chance, Cadet threw himself out of the path of the Greap's blades, rolling around the side of it as the point of the scythe came down in the spot he'd just been lying in. 

The quick action had the hunter wincing for just a moment before he forced the pain out of his mind and raked his eyes over the large enemy for any sign of a weak spot. It's head was a safe bet, but it would be tough getting up there even with his slinger - it's body was smooth, it wouldn't be easy to latch onto. Then, maybe it's arms? Or whatever it had that passed for arms, the things connecting the scythes to it's round body were thin enough that perhaps they could be broken. [i]Worth a shot![/i] Cadet thought to himself, bring his sword down onto the connectors as the Greap attempted to pull its' weapons out of the earth they'd gotten stuck in.