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[color=salmon]Word Count: 579 (+1 exp)[/color]
[color=salmon][u]Level[/u]: [b]8[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 2/80
[b]Location:[/b] Edge of the Blue - The Maw[/color][/center]
The Ace Cadet was completely, thoroughly, totally, absolutely and utterly confused. He was glad to hear that Mirage was okay, though he did a double take when the suit answered him as well. So, there were two Mirages now... sort of? Their Mirage, the original, had said he got a sick feeling and then the diving suit came to life. It definitely wasn't a ghost, but it was a copy or something like that. The logistics of such a thing went way over the little hunter's head, and he was at a loss for words as Mirage ([i]our Mirage[/i]) went to confront the suit with the others. 

On the plus side, the Cadet could grasp at least that the situation with Suit-Mirage didn't seem [i]dangerous.[/i] He was a nice a guy. If they could convince him to help, he probably would. They had the sub in the water too, so now all they had to deal with was the mutated man lurking down there. With no plans to join the underwater expedition, Cadet was on the distraction team - and he turned quickly to Ms. Fortune when she proposed her plan.

[color=salmon]"Yes!"[/color] the Cadet said, the word falling out of his mouth before Nadia even finished. Pretty much everything about the situation was making his head hurt, so he was eager to leave it behind, let the others sort things out. He went over to the door and waited on Nadia to join him, then they were off. It was a short trip from the command center to maintenance, then back out to the where the catwalks hung above open water. The Ace Cadet flashed Link, Frog, and Kamek a smile that said [i]we have a plan[/i] before scrambling up after Nadia and taking one arm of the cutters in both of his hands.

[color=salmon]"Okay! One, two..."[/color] they got through one chain, then another, and when the final was cut  he watched the whole platform fall with loud splash. It was followed quickly by a grotesque monstrosity, erupting out of the water almost immediately after. [i]They were right! That guy transformed![/i]

The Cadet was leaning over the edge of the catwalk, it's railing creaking under his grip. His attention was fixed on where the monster had disappeared. It was about as large as a Gobul, but about three times as ugly. It was the closest thing to a proper monster he'd seen in a while - if only they weren't little kids right now he would be in the water handling it already! But they were, which was the whole point of the distraction plan. 

He came away from the railing and turned to Nadia with wide eyes. [color=salmon]"Talk about an eyeful, huh? But hey, your plan worked! Yeah, let's keep going!"[/color] The Cadet led the way to the next platform, knowing Nadia was right behind him, but they paused when Link called up to them. Ace Cadet looked to where the Hylian was pointing, and he nodded enthusiastically. [color=salmon]"[i]Definitely[/i], let's get this thing!"[/color]

The redhead took Nadia's hand and brought them both close to the platform Link had pointed out, on a route that seemed safe enough to cross. He looked down at the group, which was short one Kamek now that the Koopa retreated for a safer area. 

[color=salmon]"Be careful, it looks like a Leviathan-type. They can be tricky!"[/color] He called down to Link. Then he took up half of the cutters again and looked at his partner. [color=salmon]"Ready?"[/color]

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[color=FFC6C6]Word Count: 860 (+2 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]5[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 21/50
[b]Location[/b]: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon[/color]
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[color=2E2C2C]D34C25[/color][/center]Well, wasn't that nice - a death room complete with pit, blades and spikes. Primrose sighed heavily through her nose and placed her hands on her hips while she studied the deadly space. Before this point, things had actually gone fairly smoothly. Big Band had proved himself capable and sturdy, it was easy to dance for the detective and let him take the lead in battle while conjuring a spell or two. Though she'd also believed that the stone door would open once they'd taken carry of the opposition, even getting trapped behind it wasn't disheartening because there was another exit.

...but that exit lead here, to their current predicament. Primrose's eyes flicked over to Band. 

[color=D34C25]"There must be some way to stop the trap, a lever or some other mechanism,"[/color] she said, although she didn't see any such device from where they stood. She reasoned that it must be on the other side, since it would be easy enough to have someone start the blades swinging again once their allies crossed over the bridge, or to stop it so they could return. She didn't suppose anyone would be kind enough to do that for her and Band, though.

Primrose knelt down, checking to see if there was room to crawl under the axes. Though there was no such luck of being able to go under, there was space between the axes, enough for someone to stand in. They were swinging in a rhythm too, if someone timed it right... 

[i]That 'someone' would have to be me,[/i] she thought. Like Band had said, there was no way he'd be able to get through. She doubted the space between the blades was even large enough for him. Primrose ran a hand through her hair once, twice, gathering the nerve to give it a go. She breathed in and out deeply, then shed her robe and bag, handing them to Big Band. 

[color=D34C25]"I will go through,"[/color] she told him, meeting his eye's with her own determined ones, [color=D34C25]"then I will see what I can do to get you across too."[/color]

She stepped up the bridge, close enough to feel the [i]whoosh[/i] of air being pushed aside by the massive weapons swinging. For good measure she took a step back to preform the [i]Panther Dance[/i] and give herself a little extra speed. Then, just after one of the massive axes went by, she held her breath and dashed forward.

A second passed the blades swung down again, but Primrose was unharmed. She was still in one piece, standing precariously in the space between their path. She let herself breathe out, and stayed put for long enough that the axes swung by a couple more times. [i]Much too late to get cold feet now,[/i] she thought to herself. After judging the timing she dashed again, and again. She was making it through, the combo of speed and grace allowing her to slip by the danger - until the last axe. Maybe she'd waited too long between dashes and her bonus speed had run out, or maybe she'd gotten a little too comfortable with the timing and misjudged, but just went she thought she was in the clear Primrose felt a sharp sting of pain in her shoulder. Suddenly her feet weren't on the stone of the bridge, the only thing beneath them was air as the force of the axes' momentum swept the dancer away.

It wasn't the first time Primrose wished she could fly. She'd closed her eyes on reflex, trying to keep calm while she fell. She was surprising herself with how well she was faring, considering it didn't even feel like she was falling at all. Her eyes flew open, figuring that something was strange. She found herself floating in the air above the chasm, the scarf around her neck glowing brightly. 

[i]...what?[/i] The fabric had been so light she'd forgotten to take it off with her robe, but now she was thankful for it. She had enough sense to realize it was the scarf allowing her to stay there suspended above the pit. The markings on the scarf were gradually disappearing, but as soon as Primrose wrapped her head around the magic item she willed herself to fly back to the bridge. She landed just outside the spike ring, pressing a hand to her chest to slow the rapid beating of her heart. 

After shaking off the fright of near death, Primrose noticed that there was something odd in the wall passed the spikes. A portion of stone subtly raised from the rest. She wasted no time in pressing the relief, shoving her good arm through while the other still bled from the shoulder wound. She would take care of that soon, test one of the new spells that'd come to her mind, but first thing's first.

With a rumble, the golden spikes retreated back into the wall that housed them and the swinging blades slowly stopped moving and froze near the ceiling. Primrose finally looked back at Big Band, beckoning him over to her. Though it hardly needed to be said, her expression suggested that the detective be quick about it.