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[b][color=B19666]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]401 words (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]27/30 EXP[/i]
[b][color=B19666]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Sector 5 (Seiren)[/i]
[sup][b][u][color=B19666]Interaction[/color][/u][/b][/sup]
[sup]Midna's [@DracoLunaris], Blazermate's [@Archmage MC], Sakura & Karin's [@Zoey Boey], Raz's [@TruthHurts22], Geralt's [@Multi_Media_Man] and Goldlewis's [@Lugubrious][/sup][/center]
"[color=B19666]You seem to misunderstand my need for your assistance as something more...[/color]" the tactician sniffed derisively finding the notion of the Medabot's flirtation both unnecessary and inappropriate at the moment, yet over the course of the day Benedict had become used to the robots company much like he had slowly begun to tolerate an old friend who was much too exuberant "[color=B19666]I suggest you keep your mind on the battlefield than such things.[/color]" he quickly shifted topics, and feet as he had to make fast footwork to avoid getting impaled in the blinding dust clouds that the Other caused with its ribbon appendages from beneath them.

Coughing, the tactician stumbled nearly becoming a corpse on a ribbon that ripped the stone inches from his face, though outwardly he didn't even flinch internally Benedict's heart almost jumped out of his chest, following Blazermate whose exclamation fell on his ears without so much as moving him slightly "[color=B19666]We haven't the time nor resources to waste curing whatever she has become...[/color]" for a moment the old tactician considered the current situation, his expression indecipherable. A non-violent solution would take more time than necessary and if they collapsed the tunnels there was no telling if they would be able to find a faster way out of the lower tunnels without running into more trouble. And causing more collateral would gain more unwanted attention, something they were trying to avoid.

"[color=B19666]There is no guarantee that collapsing the tunnels will also do anything other than trap us beneath the city, that would be suicide.[/color]" his mind began to settle on the only logical conclusion to him; they must either put the monster down or collapse the tunnels upon her to kill her if they absolutely had to.

"[color=B19666]There isn't enough time to help her, we must end this here and now or run to fight another day. Emotions have no place in this situation.[/color]" collapsing the tunnels should be a last resort, if they cannot do anything to either kill whatever Peach had become or incapacitate heritage mattered not they had to finish this and move on. 

"[color=B19666]Hmph-Do whatever you must but bringing down the roof is to be our last resort![/color]" grunting the old man stepped back to avoid another ribbon attack, slashing it with his sword as he shifted himself to a defensible position "[color=B19666]I would rather not be sealed in a tomb of stone if thank you very much.[/color]" Benedict grumbled.[hr]
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[b][color=DECF4C]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]214 words (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=DECF4C]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]18/20 EXP[/i]
[b][color=DECF4C]Location:[/color][/b] [i]Army of Ruin ➡ Sector 7[/i]
[sup][b][u][color=DECF4C]Interaction[/color][/u][/b][/sup]
[sup]Rust Crew's & Giovanna's [@Lugubrious], Zenkichi's [@Multi_Media_Man], and Susie's [@Archmage MC][/sup][/center]
Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow the merchant slumped against the side of the truck, but the Gleam in his eye and the big smile on his face didn't betray any sign of being tuckered out, he looked between their lot and the buckets of bolts shambling ever onward towards the dusty old slums off in the distance. If there were odds, he didn't give a damn about them 10% or 100%. The simple man looked up at Big Bo "[color=DECF4C]Got some fight left if you partner?[/color]" Partitio stood dusting off his ankles, if ever a man could look more like a god damn badass the merchant slung off the rifle from his shoulders and thrust it towards the other man "[color=DECF4C]Then nows the time we get off our lazy butts and cause a ruckus.[/color]" he didn't need no fancy contraption to fight what was left of the army, and Bo looked like he'd need all the heat he could pack.

"[color=DECF4C]How bout we ride this metal wagon, grab whatever fancy hand cannons we got and make a months worth o' scrap?[/color]" he pat the truck with a hardy thunk, and made his way to the passenger side, looking at the people who he fought alongside against an army "[color=DECF4C]What're ya'll waiting for? Let's get a move on![/color]"