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[color=979CB2]LOCATION:[/color]Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
[color=979CB2]WORD COUNT:[/color] 841 (+2 EXP)
[color=979CB2]MENTIONS:[/color] Necronomicon, Braum [/Center]

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With the explosive expert's fuse snuffed out, Mao figured it was better to be unconscious than potentially have him chose a side anyways. With uncertainty on how the hell they were to exit this arena, running probably wouldn't have ended well either. With a lack of empathy, the blood from the brutal assault left on his blade gave a very accurate representation of how he operated. Shifting the blade in his hand, he wiped one side off on his shoulder, before shifting it again to wipe the other side as well, the crimson not impacting his coat much, perhaps darkening it slightly, but that was about it.

Necronomicon's compliment didn't go unnoticed, but Mao admittedly almost scoffed at it purely out of how he'd receive praise for downing some human that didn't even have his weapon anymore. Not that he didn't take pride in it; An unfair situation was miserable for the opposition, and that brought joy to any real villain. [color=979CB2]"Of course!"[/color] A confident response, fitting for a moment of evil and overdramatic laughter. [color=979CB2]"Human anatomy! They're so fragile, any hit is just devastating."[/color] Ignoring the fact that he was about as humanoid as it gets (At least in physical appearance), he aimed himself towards the main remnants of the Resistance.

Reinhardt being down both in size and capability to fight any longer was noted, but Mao wasn't going for a minion this time. Limbs ready, blade ready, and magic as a last resort, Mao planned to use Fox, Joker, and Jesse's struggle against Braum and Sven as an opportunity to go after the boss. Who's to say if he went a little too hard on the shield and destroyed what it was protecting too, that it'd really be his fault? One out of three being dead wasn't too bad, right? At least he wasn't in-fighting. [color=979CB2]"Let's see how your little shield protects against [i]THI-[/i]"[/color]

Mao was cut off as he was caught in Sven's AOE. What was intended as a threat turned into a joke as he poofed into a fluffy Poro. For a moment, there was confusion, Mao trying to look at himself in his smaller form but only seeing a giant tongue instead. Rolling it back into his mouth he turned into the angriest fluff you'd ever seen, steam practically shooting off of him as he deathly glared at the group for what they'd just done. His ample opportunity, damn it! Not having seen Braum use anything aside from his huge shield, Sven became the one Mao focused blame on, but had no way to react as he was forced to scuttle away from the fight in his cutesy form.

Braum shaking the earth caused him to fumble and roll, getting blasted by Sven's magical vial sent the Porofied overlord back with an animalistic cry unbefitting of his usual nature. His horns dug into the sand, scratched against the metal below, before he finally plopped down into the sand completely. Poofing back to normal, Mao's eyes shot open and he sprung up to his feet, a shake of his head causing sand to fly off of him as he took quick observation of what was happening.

The gunfire ringing out, Mao now saw that Joker was going for Nastasia, knowing there would probably be a similar fate like he intended coming her way. That wasn't the ending he wanted, but maybe it was a sign. Mao was petty, brutally petty, but all things considered her actions, while absolutely disgraceful and deserving of his intended assault, didn't entirely have to be punished by his own hands. Kept his hands clean, at least of death, so he wouldn't have to deal with the goody-two shoes being on his case, yet he still might get what he wanted. Best of both worlds, his mind decided. [color=979CB2][i]Ah, genius...[/i][/color] he thought to himself with a grin. 

That large man with a now enlarged shield, Braum, had already been friend-hearted. Though Mao wasn't particularly aware of if you could use them as heals multiple times, he decided since the man had already saved him once, he might not try the same thing he did with Fuse. Instead, Mao took advantage of being blasted a short distance away by Sven's magical vial to make a move after Joker's stomp: Hopefully between the daze and Braum's now heftier shield, he could take an idea from Jesse's book and go for the legs.

Sven was a danger, but they had the numbers. With his constant tossing, Mao worried about approaching the homeless alchemist. Mainly because if he became a cute little animal again, he would be beyond furious. He knew Jesse had fancy tricks, and ranged weaponry, so he'd leave the guy as target practice now that she was returned to normal.

His move was clear; He took his longsword in both hands, and planned to dig it straight through the back of the jolly defender's legs in hopes of toppling the tower. Someone could heal him later, Mao figured. But for now, he needed to stop jumping about and saving the enemy.