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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/7ecMeOO.png[/img] 
[hr][hr] New Asgard
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] Superspeed, hacking
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	Oliver, seeing the replication problem, reached down to his phone. If these things were technomagic, maybe Oliver could deal with the technopart of that. He understood math, so he knew that the bots [i]doubling every time they were destroyed[/i] would prove fatal t them if they couldn't deal with it. However, it seemed that they were programed with magical runes, which was, to say the least, a programming language that Oliver wasn't fluent in. Tucking his phone away, he looked upon the fight and almost lost his mind at the trajedy in front of him.

	His love, Niah, was near dead. This needed to end, and now, or there wouldn't be a [i]point[/i] in the universe going on. He knew that that wasn't rational, but he didn't care. Rushing Luminious, he was surprised to see that he could actually keep up with her. So surprised, in fact, that when a balst of magic hit him square in the chest, he was caught off guard. Coughing, he tried not to let himself get detered, and wanted to continue to close the distance, but was hit once more. On some level, this still struck him as a form of victory, every blast that [i]he[/i] was getting hit with was on less that the door had to tank, but nevertheless, he was going for the total win; he would stop Luminous at all costs.