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[color=00a651]Level 1[/color] [10/10] (Word Count: 291 +1)
[color=00a651]Location:[/color] Edge Of The Blue[/center]

He may not have any primer but whoever said someone could be completely logical under the various layers of stress that the man in green is under would be lying.  The magical wrench the robot lady mentioned wouldn't be much help with it either way.  The 'grenade' that he's put together is more like a ball of loosely packed metal shards.  Rather than exploding and sending shrapnel in a wider area the item will instead act like caltrops.  Some of it should properly embed itself into the monster's flesh, more will simply scatter about and be more of a nuisance than anything else.

Yet its a very good thing that Mr. L's pitching arm is... better than he ever suspected, really.  It like he's played sports professionally in another life.  He could have even lead a team, like... L Leapers!  ... No, that sounds dumb.   L Vacuums... why would he even..  That'd be saying '[url=https://www.awkwardzombie.com/comic/kickin]L Vacuums: We Suck![/url]'

But while he was frantically getting stuff ready, things got really hectic.  There's too much going on even considering the nature of how insane reality can get.  It's more crazy than one of Dimentio's 'shows' and who the Stars is 'Bella'?!  The girl who got snagged by the monster?  That girl from the the beach party... yeah, she seems to think so.  L looks down at the hastily assembled tool.  This won't be of much help...

What good is a thief and a pilot in a sea battle anyway?  A strange malaise starts to creep up, but L shakes it off.  He might not be able to do anything just yet but there will be an opening sooner or later.  Either to use his hastily crafted weapon or to literally leap into the fray.