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[b][color=B19666]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]Less than 250 (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]5/10 EXP[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Gutsford -> Dystopiascape[/i]
[b][u][color=B19666]Interactions[/color][/u][/b]
[sub][@Lugubrious] as Atropos and Co. & [@Double] as Roxas and [@TruthHurts22] as Razputin[/sub][/center]

The keyblade wielder, while obviously skilled with his strange weapon, was also the easiest to anticipate. The boy fought without strategy, blindly swinging at Benedict only to be halted by Atropos who stepped forward to shield the Turk. Instead of repositioning himself, Benedict stayed behind the demon ignoring the boys questioning.

Benedict took a second to assess the situation, two fights were taking place; on the school bus and the convoy, if they could somehow separate the trucks the enemy would be scattered the question was, how? Benedict used his skills as a strategist help his demonic bodyguard see the inconsistency in their foes strategy, boosting her ability to handle the martial aspect of the situation as she was toppled to the side, clinging to the bus.

The convoy was dealing with the Trumpeter, at least that was until said instrument came hurtling towards him. The enemy could learn a thing or two about calling out after an attack or during to sow confusion as Benedict simply sidestepped the projectile just as it was thrown "[color=B19666]I am doing my job, nothing more.[/color]" he kicked the trumpet aside, to the rocky road and turned slightly to face the weird looking child if the boy was a child.

Benedict's gaze was as emotionless as his tone except for a glimmer of red behind his spectacles. The Turk kicked Raz in the chest toppling him and retreating a step backward holding the point of his sword up to the sprawled out Seeker "[color=B19666]I do what I must, no matter the cost. Only the results matter.[/color]"