[center][color=bfff00][h1]Floyd "Flemma" Cloute[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
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Geez...he hadn't been this shaken up since the time he was fighting atop that amusement park contraption. Flemma only just met that guy a few minutes ago, but he should stay the heck away from the wheels, for everybody's sake. They arrived safe though, but not necessarily stealthily either. If WIZARD hadn't already known about the team's arrival, then this reckless display would definitely do, so if anything, they should get ready to catch anyone from getting away from the building...though from the looks of it, it doesn't look like there's a lot of ways to go.

Ignoring the low low possibility that the restaurant owner was a poor sod who either could not afford or was too stupid to get a better restaurant location, this was basically a setup. No windows, frugal decorations, no culinary indications, a plain 'totally not suspicious' sign that reads 'Restaurant'? You'd be a fool to believe that this was supposed to be an actual place for a cheap dine-in trip. His teammates might have known that already, but regardless, they wanted in, and they wanted in fast. 

[color=bfff00][b]"Whoa whoa, hol' up."[/b][/color] Flemma quickly called out for the orc as the big guy basically was going ahead on his own without really letting anyone to chime in on his ingenious plan. Others would join later to weigh in their plans, which were all possible before, [color=bfff00][b]"Well, I normally would hate to charge into unknown territory that we don't know tinge of what's inside."[/b][/color] He sighed as he caught up with his crew, being the first in the transport and also the last one out. [color=bfff00][b]"But considering we did all that before coming up with a plan, yeah I agree with the dude here. Gotta be fast."[/b][/color]

Flemma reached behind his back and unsheathed his sword in preparation for the upcoming fight. Having no right hand, he rested the blunt side of the sword on his shoulder instead.