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[color=979CB2]LOCATION:[/color] Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
[color=979CB2]WORD COUNT:[/color] 652(+1 EXP)
[color=979CB2]MENTIONS:[/color] [/Center]
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Mao simply scoffed at the idea of his blow being deflected by the Dragonborn, both insulted and impressed a human had the capacity he did, but being impressed wasn't a reason to spare the man any pain. Regaining his stance he took a right-sided approach, allowing Laharl to attempt a push to the left. As much as he was disgusted with the bare-chested runt he was competent enough to aide in pressuring this guy. That unfortunately came to an end as the Dragonborn realized he was getting cornered, and lashed out in response: The water cooler's barrel hit Mao in the legs, tripping him up and causing him to plant face-first into the floor. The impact busting his nose, but a little more bleeding after the bullets from earlier wouldn't kill him. It did, however, leave him taking a moment to recover while the Dragonborn dealt with Laharl.

Once Mao stood, he noticed the quick-paced carnage that the warrior had dished out: Laharl was injured, pretty bad Mao'd say, and the four-eyed Demon wasn't sure if he had healing items. Gritting his teeth, he noted that this was a one-on-one conflict for the moment: Perhaps not because Laharl couldn't stand, but if he died, it'd probably get pushed onto Mao somehow. And while he didn't need this runt overlord on his side, he didn't need the others against him because the one teammate around him ended up dead. [color=979CB2]"Whatever!"[/color] He muttered aggressively to himself, planning to charge a Star attack to punch straight through this warrior. However, as he clenched his fist, he felt nothing. Momentarily, he looked at his hand in shock, unsure of where the hell his magic went. Unknown to him, the chain lightning from earlier hadn't hurt terribly bad, but it had the side-effect of draining the magic reserves of anyone it damaged as well. Leaving Mao dry on magic, much to his annoyance.

If he tried to chug a BBQ bottle to restore his magic, he'd either get rushed or the Dragonborn would kill Laharl outright, probably. So that just meant it was time to keep the good 'ol physical combat flowing. Not Mao's last resort by any means, so he was okay with it. He just had a much more varied opponent than he first expected, and that was coming around to bite him in the ass.

Not having much of a choice, third time was hopefully the charm on charging this guy. If anything, Mao was a persistent and stubborn bastard. Though going head-to-head seemed to be semi-effective, with his scrawny blue-haired distraction injured he'd have to make due by himself. He'd say he worked better alone, but that was less for a villain and more the lines of some cringe-inducing anti-hero. Mao didn't want to be mixed up in that crowd.

Sheathing his sword, Mao stuck close to the wall: Scooping up a couple of fallen picture frames before giving them a hardy toss during his approach, both violently spinning as they made their way towards the Dragonborn. If the guy could tank one of his blasts, then Mao didn't expect the frame projectiles to do much other than distract as one of his feet met the wall, leaving imprints as his second foot came up to the wall as well, the fast-paced demon managing to gain a bit of height from a few additional steps while also getting closer to the Dragonborn. A leap of the wall leaving a small crater as Mao took to the air, aiming to grab the Dragonborn by the horns of his helmet. The momentum sending Mao towards the Dragonborn and his's own strength could provide enough of a force to drag him down backwards to slam him against the ground, or at least the white-haired demon could hope. If that could succeed, Mao figured ringing that skull of his with a solid stomp afterwards could aid in delivering some additional damage.