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[color=979CB2]LOCATION:[/color]Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
[color=979CB2]WORD COUNT:[/color] 1,061(+2 EXP)
[color=979CB2]MENTIONS:[/color] Laharl, Jesse, Midna [/Center]
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Simple strategy was all that was needed against an almost mindless foe like this one. The fireballs weren't an unexpected attack considering the summon's appearance, though he felt his freshly closed wounds get grazed with heat from the retort. While the pain caused Mao to grit his teeth, it at least hadn't been something that'd tear open those injuries: Instead the heat crisping that flesh might've kept him sealed up a bit better! Unfortunately, this would cause a persistent stinging pain, and against his knowing, getting struck in those areas would hurt even worse now. But his own battle was almost won, he just needed to take this a little farther.

And that he did: After connecting with his weapon, Mao went into a full-rounded swing, the damage from the first attack being enough to stagger the Atronach for his spin to connect with another slash in the same section as before: Cutting deeper, and the result of that being the Atronach not having enough of a midsection left to keep itself upright. Instead, it's upper body flopped backwards against the wall, it's legs slumping forward until it was onto it's knees. The forward motion was enough to let the upper half slide from the wall, leaving the wall singed as it practically folded in half from the result of the second attack, beginning to lose it's flame and instead crumble apart, ashes spilling to the floor as it faded.

Sheathing his blade, Mao was about to return to dealing with the downed Dragonborn: But a chunk of the floor brought itself into the air and yoinked the guy away! Mao's gaze shot to Jesse, watching as she attempted to finish him off, her shot connecting but not fast enough before the Dragonborn used some sort of escape plan, disappearing before their eyes. [color=979CB2][i]Damn, one of the cursed ones went and probably killed him.[/i][/color] Mao thought, not wanting this to come back to bite him. Though, eyes being relevant now, Jesse's seemed fine. Had that Princess done this, too? Mao could only assume so. Which meant gunning that armored bastard down was a full personal decision, too. That was better than he previously thought.

Overall, this meant their fight was currently over. Not having any idea of how to fix one of these gleaming bastards himself, he went over to Laharl: They'd both been pretty injured by this experience, but it seemed this Overlord didn't have the bright mind to bring healing items! Instead he was sitting here with his arms ready to become chew toys for a dog. [color=979CB2]"Hope your arms work enough to use this,"[/color] Mao snarked as he tossed a Hard Candy at his fellow demon, that being the extent of kindness he'd get. Hopefully that'd be enough to at least keep him alive until someone with the ability to actually get rid of the gleam came about. 

Turning his attention to Jesse, he walked over, scooping up that axe the Dragonborn left behind during the short trip. The shine from the axe's green blade flashed over Mao's glasses, removing his eyes from view for a moment until he flipped it, handle held out towards Jesse, as it'd been her finish unfortunately. He was too proud to admit that the warrior had deceived him and bought time for that escape plan, and like hell he was going to thank her for interfering with his fight, but Jesse's blast probably put an end to him either way. Someone else that wouldn't hesitate in the heat of the moment was much more acceptable than people like that irritating furry-creature that'd gone with the other team. He'd have to get mad at someone else for the casualties on this one. Mao kept to the script.

[color=979CB2]"Guess he's taken care of."[/color] Mao noted the Dragonborn had been durable, stronger than he expected by a long shot. He could only hope the guy couldn't survive getting a shotgun blast to the chest, or he'd probably be extremely angry the next time he ran into the two Yellow members that put a beatdown on him. But he wouldn't be getting up quick, wherever he was. Overall this was genuinely unfortunate, as Mao would've appreciated a first-hand example of what happened to folks that died here, considering the Demon he had recruited to his ranks prior through a Spirit. There'd be other opportunities, he assumed. Plenty of time to study these things.

Snapping back from his thoughts, Mao easily picked up on the sound of Ciella and Amara ending their battle. His head turned, wondering if 'his' team was winning or losing. Though with the numbers in their favor it probably didn't matter. [color=979CB2]"Sounds like that's where I'm going next,"[/color] Mao noted aloud, heading towards the commotion with or without the axe, depending on Jesse's own choice on taking it. 

It seemed that everything was over by the time the Dragonborn was dealt with, though. They seemed to be making their way back to the front of the building, marking the battle as over. Well, the bee and that hedgehog were still missing, but where they went, Mao himself wasn't sure. What Mao could notice was that there weren't more bodies coming out of the conference chamber than those that went in. In fact, aside from Ciella's appearance change, the number seemed the same aside from their enemies being out of the picture. 

[color=979CB2]"Looks like we're not filling out the ranks today."[/color] Mao remarked, not particularly caring about this outcome as it was how he would've handled it with no restrictions in place. His gaze met with Midna, figuring since she wanted to play parole officer he'd report to her in particular. [color=979CB2]"That old armored guy used something to retreat, but not before she put a hole in his chest."[/color] Mao gestured back to Jesse with a thumb, not wanting to be barked at over the assumed casualty. [color=979CB2]"Though that wasn't before he turned Laharl into a meat slab for his axe to carve. I made sure he isn't dead, but I don't have the supplies left to get him into decent shape."[/color] Well, his two leftover Hard Candies might've at least helped, but he'd already given out one. He made sure Laharl was alive, and that was about all he'd do. Someone else could fix him up further, or maybe take advantage to cure that gleaming curse of his.