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[color=979CB2]LOCATION:[/color]Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
[color=979CB2]WORD COUNT:[/color] 654 (+1 EXP, -1 EXP Friend Heart, Total EXP Gain: 0)
[color=979CB2]MENTIONS:[/color] The Dragonborn. [/Center]

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A grin was on Mao's face as his strike busted through the Dragonborn's shield, managing to pop over the wave and land close to his original position. One looking his way could see the axe plummeting towards him from the air, but as a sign of awareness Ara Mitama appeared with it's smug, rude expression as if looking for trouble, only to find it in the form of Mao's axe crashing on it, it's Physical resistance turning it into a makeshift baseball mitt for axes. Mao gripped the handle, lifting the axe from the demon as it faded out from the impact, before bringing his second hand to his chest to give that move of Midna's a try. Throwing hearts at people wasn't his style, but surely the old warrior was down for the count now, so at least he'd not be aware of it--

[color=979CB2]Oh [i]COME ON,[/i][/color] Mao thought as the Dragonborn pulled himself up. Mao knew demons who couldn't take half the beatings this guy could, it truly made him decide that this old man wasn't actually human. Regardless of his story or normalcy however, Mao noted he needed to finish this. And he had five weapons readied for doing so, until a sudden shout from the man caused Mao to momentarily stagger. His grip on the axe was forcibly ripped away, a slight burning feeling aching from his palm due to the speed of the disarming. To make matters worse, his machinery was malfunctioning due to being [i]yelled at.[/i] What the hell kind of bullshit was that? [color=979CB2]"I've had just about enough of your magic '[i]yodels[/i]'."[/color] He commented with disdain, hand shaking one of his inactive limbs for a moment out of slight disbelief, but mostly irritation.

The Dragonborn's charge and last words were noteworthy, Mao charging another magic attack at the provocation to prepare for a final clash. He was actually finding himself at the speed disadvantage now. Lest it be ignored, they were both trudging in wet sand, but not only that, Mao had to drag his mechanical limbs through it since they deactivated. Rather, he had a secondary idea: No weapon meant a direct punch would probably lead to his hand getting split in half, so he'd fire off the shotgun-like forward blast instead once they got closer. Realizing a direct hit like this was dangerous, and blowing another hole in his chest was probably not going to keep the Dragonborn alive long, it meant he'd have to act fast afterwards, too. 

The stance looked stupid, he knew it. One hand prepping an attack, another on his chest like he was about to start spouting opera. But he had to ensure this old man lived, so being fast even if it looked a little janky was the best bet. [color=979CB2]"You're the strongest Human I've ever fought!"[/color] He acknowledged, even if doubting the actual nature of the Dragonborn somewhat. The characteristics were on point, at least. [color=979CB2]"I'll make it quick!"[/color]

Trudging forward, Mao waited as they closed the distance between them. Just like he'd done to blow back Big Band defensively before, his fist was clenched and pulled back as if with intent that he'd meet the man head-on again. As they got close to melee range, however, Mao's enchanted fist flew out: Sending his magic a short burst forward, glad he hadn't shown that off to him in their fight upstairs. Along with this blast, Mao's hand raised from his chest to above his head, having managed to form a Friend Heart from Midna's example. As his blast finished, Mao would lunge forward: One may assume to kill the man in front of him after the short-ranged attack, but rather, he was aiming to slam the damned Friend Heart into the Dragonborn as soon as he could during the aftermath, in an attempt to keep him alive, and to breach both Galeem and Number Two's control over his [color=979CB2]admittedly[/color] honorable mind.