[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] Gryf's back -> Argo III
Skills: N/A[/center] 
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	Arthur relaxed a little when Andy lit the harpies up. A small part of him as jealous of her ability to just summon lightning and throw it at people, he wished he had a power as unapologetically cool as that. His mind harkened back to how they first met, her electrocuting him, and him pushing her out of a tree. Things were simpler back then somehow, everyone was alive, and the worst he had to worry about was whether or not he'd screwed up his social life and broken a cute girls arm. Hopefully, he resolved, things would be back to that semi-normal soon.

	As they landed on the Argo, Arthur rolled off of Gryf. This was good, and it looked like Dem had finished off the harpies for them. He ran over to him, seeing the damage, and frowning at the damage, but keeping his emotions in check. The Arthur of even a few days ago might have broken over this, but something in him was stronger now. Maybe it was the trauma forming over his emotions like a scab, or perhaps it was the knowledge that there were more important things than how he felt, but he was able to keep himself mostly together in the face of the damage his friend had suffered.