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[sub][color=goldenrod]Interaction[/color] | The Current Team
Aleen’a or [@baraquiel]
Kassandra or [@Mistress Dizzy]
Felix or [@Prints Avoid]
Zatara or [@Crimson Flame]
[color=goldenrod]Location[/color] | Happy Harbour
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Kila’s arms crossed watching the Tamaranean dismantle the wall. As time ebbed on, the absurdly young veteran bounced on his feet. He seemed to have an anxious spirit within. Granted, it wouldn’t be a wrong guess to a certain extent. When obstacle courses, or really when tasks were assigned to his team in the past, laziness was not tolerated. Sluggishness was punished, deadlines were to be met. Missions had time frames to be completed in, even if one was doing something that was a lynchpin to success and waiting was part of it, the others had other tasks. 

Standing here, though, with no task other than to do so, ate at Kila. His Amai said that these people of the Justice League were nothing like the BSF but he did not care to find out. He was at least trying to remember what his plan was before the strange power took control of him moments ago. Nothing he could recall ever threw him off that abruptly in his life. Regardless, it seemed to slowly come back, though he hadn’t quite remembered the specifics. Thus, once Aleen’a created the pathway and stepped through, Kila was right on her heels. 

[color=goldenrod]”Thank you, Princess.”[/color]

Once through and able to see the rest of the course, Kila felt better about their chances. Though, that’s when the corner of his vision caught sight of the other squad walking off. To think that they were still on the first obstacle while the other team had finished sparring made the pins that settled in his chest worse.

The monkey bars were simple and needed no description. Thus, Kila started from a jog that became a sprint. His hair briefly flew behind his head, eyes focused on the center prongs of the monkey bars. Once near to the pit, Kila jumped. Making it about halfway, he grabbed onto one of the middle bars. However, he didn’t wait long, using his momentum to his advantage swinging forward. His flight would have cleared the remaining amount of a gap, but he instead extended his leg in front of him. Timing his movement below the spaces between in each bar, he hooked his leg to the last prong and swung himself up to sit atop of it.

Pushing himself up to a balanced standing position he looked at the last bit of the course directly. Kila took particular note of the pit with seemingly no way across. While he gambled mentally about whether he could make the jump or not, he knew that would be of no use to his teammates. While he thought about how they all could get across, Kila looked down at the monkey bars he was standing on, tapping his foot against them. The Meta had an idea. Hopping down, he backed away from the ladder, watching their progress while approaching the next. 

[color=goldenrod]”Come on Speech Devil! I need you on this side.”[/color]