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RANK 5
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[b][u]Gutsford[/u][/b][/center]

It was a good thing that Peach decided to let loose a huge blast into the air, because Raz wasn't really sure which way the Trade Depot was from where they ended up. Following the shrieking flare Raz and Roxas turned the corner of a warehouse just in time to see the rest of their friends clambering up onto a fleet of trucks right as they began to pull out. 

[color=FF8C00]"Gotta book it!"[/color] Raz started for the trucks, vaulting onto his Levball mid-run as he spotted another group of G-Men after the others. Three big bounds across the pavement, and a bounce off of a moving forklift ([color=FF8C00]"That'll buff out!"[/color]) sent him careening across the depot, over the grasping hands of a few of the faster G-Men, to finally land atop one of the last trucks to leave. Not a graceful landing either; the momentum threatened to send him flying right off again so Raz had to de-levitate on the move, which made him tumble and flip across the roof of the truck before finally skidding to a stop on his face.

[color=FF8C00]"Uuogh,"[/color] Raz groaned as he lifted himself up. [color=FF8C00]"...still got it."[/color] 

Their trip to Midgar began for real now. The top of a bunch of trucks wasn't the most comfortable form of travel, but at least it have them all a great view of the scenery. Raz kept low, sitting on the roof of the truck's cabin, back against the trailer, to keep the wind from knocking him off. The path the trucks took was pretty bumpy, sending their trailers bouncing left and right whenever they weren't on one of those sections of roads, though luckily Raz could handle some turbulence.

Speaking of turbulence...

[color=FF8C00]"Who the heck is that guy?!"[/color] Raz shouted to the others over the rushing wind as he stood, ready for the fight. The spectacled man with the shield was in charge of the G-Men it seemed, but it wasn't anybody Raz knew. [color=FF8C00]"Oh, this should be easy,"[/color] he tempted fate, taking a little combat stance so he could wallop these fedora-wearing fools. That is, until they exploded.

[color=FF8C00]"Whaoh! Okay, they didn't do [i]that[/i] where I came from!"[/color] Raz somersaulted away from the heavy hammer of Ippon-Datara as it came down on him, leaping between one truck to the other in order to dodge. [color=FF8C00]"Looks like it's time to get [i]schooled![/i]"[/color] He nailed his attacker with three well-placed Psiblasts aimed at its broad chest. [color=FF8C00]"Get it? Because they came out of that school bus? That works, right?"[/color] Raz's would have to workshop his one-liners another time, since the little alien-looking guy in the floating pot zoomed in close to him, the air crackling with electricity. It tried to nail Raz with tiny lightning bolts, forcing the Psychonaut on his toes, jumping to and fro in a little jig to avoid the shocks. [color=FF8C00]"Hey, hey, watch it!"[/color] Fingers to temple, Raz grabbed Agathion with his TK, the large glowing hand holding the thing in its pot like he'd caught a spider in a jar.

[color=FF8C00]"Batters up, anyone?"[/color] He called to the others, focusing on keeping the Shadow still, despite its best efforts jerking it back and forth in the air.[hr][center][color=ff8c00]547 Words
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