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[color=979CB2]LOCATION:[/color]Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
[color=979CB2]WORD COUNT:[/color] 426 (+1 EXP, -1 EXP Friend Heart, Total EXP: 0)
[color=979CB2]MENTIONS:[/color] Fox(Phantom Thief), Fuse [/Center]

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Traversal to safety had gone mostly unopposed, but as with all dramatic fights, something had to happen at the last second. The closer he was, the easier it was to scan the situation at hand. There seemed to be some down and out, some missing, but their side seemed to be taking the victory. Braum was protecting Nastasia, but considering who she was, that meant enough sense to him. The big defensive wall got taken mentally, which was yet another problem on the checklist.

Another one of those being a grenade. Which Mao was not blown up by, but the explosion with the prior spectacle between Fuse and Joker was startling. That old bastard was trying to keep them out of the safe zone with bombs! Not as stupid as he thought some of them might've reacted, and he realized just how much he'd been played by the grenade when the water behind him got louder. He gritted his teeth as he tried to think of an evasive maneuver, but thankfully Fox had him and Gunnar covered. [color=979CB2]"Too close."[/color] He muttered, offering Fox a small nod as the waters died down. 

Noting the new safe zone, he grinned knowing they were the defenders now. However, Fuse had full-intent to use that against them again. He intended to turn it into a blast zone with his grenade, but Mao was growing tired of getting attacked by the elderly: Though, HITTING the elderly, on the other hand, he'd happily continue doing. Seeing the explosive flung his way, Mao's mechanical limbs sprung to life as he made use of a secondary wave-evading plan he'd managed to cook up during that last mishap. The dangerous ends dug into the ice, allowing him to scale it at a fast pace with spider-like effectiveness and catch a glance of Midna's conflict with Ciella above. Not looking good, he could tell, but there was apparent help on the way and he could focus on his initial target for the moment.

Using his feet he kicked off the meteor, unsheathing his blade in a spinning motion as he descended from above. With a cry of [color=979CB2]"Time for a live dissection!"[/color] His main hand gripped on the handle along with his feet being planted on each side of the blade for stability, leaving a hand open to form another Friend-Heart if he succeeded in skewering Fuse through the chest and promptly pulling the sword out afterwards. Which would cut his area of denial hopefully out of their way, so they didn't have to worry about anymore grenades.