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[color=salmon]Word Count: 761 (+4 exp)[/color] [color=gray]Overdrive[/color]
[color=salmon][u]Level[/u]: [b]5[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 29/50
[b]Location:[/b] The End[/color][/center]
The Cadet hadn't expected any company since Tora and Poppi had been blown off the beast earlier, and yet here he was, the little guy they'd picked up from that hellish casino back in Lumbridge... or Blue-Something, technically? The specifics wouldn't change the fact that Cadet was glad to see him, surprising as it was, and the red head took the time to flash Cuphead a grin.

[color=salmon]"Just hold on, it's about to get bumpy!"[/color] Ace Cadet was mid-swing with the scythe-like longsword when the dragon careened into the tower and began to topple over. With one cut across her face for good measure, Cadet hastily sheathed the weapon and prepared to jump. Choosing to get off of the massive creature and control his own fall would be much better than being flung off on her descent and risk being crushed, and when she eventually righted herself she no doubt would be thrashing, leading to the same problem. Best to bail sooner than later. 

[color=salmon]"Aaand now's the time to make our exit,"[/color] He said, and held his hand out towards Cuphead, trusting the adolescent to take his advice without explanation. He'd be glad to help the Cuphead out, cradle the fragile guy close just in case as he jumped, but either way he was getting off this dragon before it threw him off. Just before she crashed completely to the ground, the Cadet tensed himself for a moment before he leaped as far from the scaly body as his legs could manage. He hit the ground hard, tumbling, and by the time he reoriented himself and stood upright the enderdragon bellowed out and was back on her feet and attacking. [i]Stubborn monster! But I guess I can't expect less of a black dragon![/i] With that thought Cadet pulled his pouch around and jammed a hand inside of it, searching for the lifepowders he still had left. Blazermate was no doubt doing a fine job of keeping everyone up, but a little extra help in the healing department never hurt. 

The dragon pounced and the Cadet fished the powder out a hair's breadth too late. He felt his heart leap into his throat, not quite ready to lose a companion yet - oh, wait, actually the Courier was fine. And so his robotic sidekick. In fact she was being carried off by some extremely familiar creatures. Now the felynes [i]really[/i] caught him off guard. Though the felynes were commonplace back in his own world, seeing something so familiar in a decidedly unfamiliar place was strange. It was different than the polluted ancient steppe, and his pondering gave just enough pause for the dragon to take advantage of, even unintentionally. She spit acid up all over the area, and the strong stench stinging his nostrils brought him quickly back to the battle at hand. The acid splashed the stone at his feet, sending large droplets up to bite at his skin and armor. It burned. A lot. 

With gritted teeth Cadet wiped the acid off. Before his hands suffered even more he shook the lifepowder held in them and waved it over his head, letting the healing spores fly. The effect was immediate and soothing, and the powder reached an even wider area when the wind from the dragon's wings picked them up and spread them out to heal any ally they touched. Speaking of wind, the Cadet had experience dealing with the merciless currents of the Kushala Daora - and compared to that tempest, a little wind pressure was nothing. He ducked behind one of the obsidian spires, letting the sturdy stone block the brunt of the wind. He sucked in a deep breath before jumping out from behind the stone intending to get back into battle, only to be faced with the dragon's new play: cover the entire island in [i]acid[/i].

[color=salmon]"Of course,"[/color] the Cadet muttered to himself, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward. Of course she was making this play. Though, truthfully, the sight of the felynes carrying off Gaigetron just a bit earlier eased Cadet. If they were around, this was a lot more like a normal hunt, right? So he let himself enjoy it a little despite - or perhaps because of - the danger. He armed the slinger's grappling hook again and fired it halfway up the spire he'd just come from. He hung low towards the spire's base for a few moments and offered his hand to any that needed to escape the flow of acid but had little means to do so, calling out, [color=salmon]"Here!"[/color] before ascending.