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[color=salmon]Word Count: 633 (+1 exp)[/color]
[color=salmon][u]Level[/u]: [b]8[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 8/80
[b]Location:[/b] Edge of the Blue - The Maw[/color][/center]
The Cadet didn't quite take pleasure in hearing the little noises of pain coming from Moreau, but it was good to know that what he was doing was effective in some way. Enough to stall the mutant, at least a little. Between the little red head being a physical nuisance and Kamek a mental one, it was going alright. The Cadet even chanced a look around to see how Link, Nadia, and Junior were faring. 

This was a rookie mistake. When he looked back to Moreau the monster was rolling onto his back. The Cadet was surprised, not expecting him to take such a position with all the exposed eyes on the top of his body. The Ace Cadet had been underestimating Moreau the whole time, treating him like a simple monster acting on it's instincts, but the mutant had a human brain in there somewhere - and now though the Cadet scrambled to get out of the way, he was too late when Moreau pushed up with his claws and tore apart the whole platform.

Very suddenly the Cadet was in the air. He'd been too caught off guard to even shout, just flailing his arms and legs silently as he was thrown. There was no slinger to save him or armor to help the impact from the fall. It was a few long, torturous seconds as he flew before he smashed into the group a few dozen feet away, landing amidst all of the scrap metal littering the ground.  

It probably worried the others that he didn't immediately climb to his feet. The Cadet laid where he fell just blinking up at what remained of the upper catwalks and the darkness beyond them, trying to catch his breath. His head hurt, his stomach was cramping (though he didn't know if that was the curse or the fall, or both) and he could tell he was cut up from the small sections of hot pain in various areas of his body, but he was alive and otherwise alright. He could still feel his arms and legs, but they were [i]heavy[/i]. Fatigue was definitely catching up to him now. 

Slowly, gingerly he pushed himself to sit upright. His eyes snapped first to the present threat of Moreau, to make sure he wouldn't need to attempt a quick escape of the mutant decided to come after him. Then, he blinked down at himself. There were holes torn all over his clothes - as expected, landing in a bunch of twisted up metal with sharp edges resulted in a bunch of shallow scrapes, scratches, and cuts on his limbs and head. None life threatening, though most were bleeding lightly. Thank goodness he hadn't been impaled. Deeming himself healthy enough to move, the Cadet attempted getting to his feet. It was slow going, as it felt like there were weights tied around his wrists and ankles. [i]This really, really Giggisux,[/i] he thought to himself.

He looked up again for signs of danger, and instead noticed that Mirage and Geralt had made their way into the area and were setting up a way to cross to the exit. It was good to see the former looked alright afterhis stint in that weird chair. So they'd made it! Surely the others that were in the Command Center would be making their way over soon as well. Reinvigorated, the Cadet gripped tight to a larger piece of metal with one hand and forced himself to stand. The other hand he'd noticed was closed around one handle of the clippers still like it had been his lifeline during his fall. His whole hand was white and shaking as he held onto it. Just a little more, they just had to hang in there a little more and then everyone would be out!