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[color=979CB2]LOCATION:[/color]Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
[color=979CB2]WORD COUNT:[/color] 722 (+1 EXP)
[color=979CB2]MENTIONS:[/color] Gunnar The Dragonborn [/Center]

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The first reaction Mao had to using the power of the Friend Heart was causing his cheeks to puff up. His evil stomach soured from such an action, turning from the Dragonborn for a moment in order to vomit to correct this mess: A sparkling, rainbow substance flowing out into the sand, a violent hurling sound emitting from him before being followed by a few coughs as he kicked sand over the disgusting colorful mess. He'd rather never do that again as long as he lived. 

But as the Dragonborn-- No, Gunnar, as he claimed himself to be, made it obvious they weren't enemies, it brought a small sense of relief. He could tally one curse removed on his end, and there were surely more to go. Mao's hand graced the handle of his longsword, glaring off in the direction of the 'blue wench'. [color=979CB2]"Trust me, I'd like nothing more."[/color] A tad ominous in tone, but it wasn't like the goody-two shoes were around to hear him, Midna specifically. 

However, after a moment of letting that linger, his hand lowered from his blade. [color=979CB2]"... But we're looking to get people out alive."[/color] Thinking a split moment of conversation made for a good break, and the fact he didn't want Gunnar getting gunned down by trying to fistfight Jesse or something, he wanted to take Midna's teachings and pass them on so he could actually help. [color=979CB2]"Even she's under some sort of control. You see that glow in her eyes?"[/color] He gestured towards a few others in the battle, larger examples like Reinhardt being especially helpful. [color=979CB2]"We can cure them, but they have to be beaten down first. You don't have that glow now, so that's how our idiots will know not to come at you. Gives ya an idea of who to not swing at, too."[/color] 

The battle ongoing, Mao noted he probably needed to get back into it before one of this other chumps killed someone. He planned to depart without much else, but that was before he witnessed Ciella take action. Oh, great. He was being told to keep folks alive, and here this lady was with not only a kill under her belt from before, but now she was spouting nonsense? He didn't give a damn about what she had to say, the ice meteor and surrounding water being enough to make Mao realize there was a huge lack of friend or foe targeting. 

[color=979CB2]"Alright, scratch that, she wants us [i]all[/i] dead."[/color] It didn't take much to figure out who he was talking about, but Necronomicon's notes on the matter were helpful. If they fought outside the safe zone, they'd all end up dead. Mao had full intent to fight back if confronted, but a momentary truce for survival felt fine. Maybe if he could manage to actually regroup with Midna, they could figure out what to do about Ciella. If he was in better condition, he'd try and run right up that stupid meteor and strike her at the source. But with water beginning it's trek to smash him and Gunnar into oblivion, he'd disregard that for now and flee.

Mao looked back to Gunnar, unsure if he heard Necronomicon's warnings but decided to repeat it regardless. [color=979CB2]"I'm gettin' to the other side of that ice, that wave's too much for me to handle!"[/color] Mao's mechanical limbs retracted, he didn't have time to wait around so with the speed boost he was given he took off towards the safe side of the meteor. Though, with his injuries, he wasn't moving as fast as he could be. Thankfully with how the fight had played out, he wasn't in a terrible spot to be rushing back. But he kept on guard, just in case some idiot from the opposing side decided to try and smack him back into the wave. Mao was trying to play by Midna's rules, but any attempt to get him killed like that and he was taking lives. 

Thankfully he at least had someone with him, Gunnar's strength and resourcefulness being a huge addition to their side of the battle. Not that he particularly cared about the Dragonborn's well-being, but he was a sign of words being kept. He was needed, in Mao's case, more as a witness than a fighter. But he'd definitely be welcomed as both.