[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Truck -- The Road
[i][color=#EEE8AA]Skills:[/color][/i] Light Manipulation[/center]
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	Ezekiel looked at Kristin and frowned when she charged forward. [color=#EEE8AA]"You know Kristin, sometimes people don't want help. Sometimes they want to figure it out on their own. Don't speak for Leda, let her speak for herself,"[/color] he said annoyed at Kristin. It wasn't just Kristin he was annoyed with though. He was annoyed with the crash, the delay and yet another monster battle. They. Were. Running. Out. Of. Time. And his father was counting on him, the camp was counting on him. Who knew what the hell would happen and what Apollo's wrath would be if they didn't finish the mission. Gods weren't known to be nice. 
	He shifted his hand, pulling on the light surrounding them and concentrated it on the Cyclopes. He burst into flames but the bastard didn't die but he was pissed. Well, so was Ezekiel. [color=#EEE8AA]"Anyone what to skewer the fool now?"[/color] His hand slipped into his pocket and held the sun medallion in his hand encase he needed to take the shot.