[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Argo III: Upperdeck
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	Arthur inhaled as Andy tended to him, and he looked at her, before weakly nodding. Fighting was better than dying. That was what he had to focus on, and nothing else. If not, he was going to die, and if he died, everyone else probably would to. Following Kieras lead, he looked over the the Ballista, and decided that he would have to try to use that. His knife would be borderline useless against something this big, and he absolutely refused to use necromancy. He was too unstable for that right now, he didn't know what he would end up bringing out if he tried.

	Scrambling over, he put his hands on the ballista, trying to move it. It was heavy, and he was small, so it wasn't something he was good at, but with effort, he pushed it in the direction of one of the dragons, before firing it off, smalling a bolt into the monster's body. Exhaling, he realized he had no idea how to reload this, and stepped back, looking at the beast he had hit. He felt sorry, but at the same time, rationalized his actions as necessary. These beasts didn't feel bad about trying to eat him, so he shouldn't care about defending himself.