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Between what could be described as two demigods clashing, the biblical storm pouring down, and the swallowing of the false sun that had granted him strength beyond his station, what truly bothered Nico Makri was two things: the massive snake that had appeared, and his foot. Both could be solved later, but for now, he stayed on the beach, letting the rain cool him off as he pointed POWs to the evacuation point.

His fatigue slowly began to set in as he milled about, listening to radio chatter. The battle was over, and they had won. Somehow, Nico survived a brawl with the leader of Downward Descent, even if it was a mere avatar. No one seemed too injured, and casualties were at a minimum. He kept a slight smile on his face as he sat on the beach and looked at the prisoners leaving, trying his best to cool off after using Sun Stoke beyond its usual limits. [color=AntiqueWhite][i]Not bad, not bad at all. Still got all my fingers and toes, and my head’s on my shoulders.[/i][/color]

He turned on his radio’s microphone, speaking up in roughly accented English. [color=AntiqueWhite]“Makri here. First, I’m still alive, and mostly everyone else seems that way too. Second, for record-keeping, I think this is the third terrorist organization that has an issue with me.[/color] He chuckled a bit, sighing. [color=AntiqueWhite]“Gonna ask about the sun eating snake later. For now, I’ll be on the beach cooling down until I can actually move again.”[/color] He then turned off his mic, dispelling Helios Rod and looking up at the now stormy sky, 

[color=AntiqueWhite][i]Gotta talk to the Snake later. To figure out what just happened.[/i][/color]