[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mkFbcLS.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/c5i0HyX.png[/img][/center][sub][color=silver]T I M E :[/color]   One Week After Human Arrival
[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color] A Random Warehouse, Port10
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color] [@JJ Doe]
[color=silver]T A G S :[/color]    [@JJ Doe] ,   [@Conscripts][/sub]
[color=silver][sub]E Q U I P M E N T :[/sub][/color][hider=][sub]N/A[/sub][/hider]
 

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	 [color=silver]As Ironboot’s boots fist rammed into Rowan’s gut, he breathed-in and breathed-out, rhythmically, as they had drilled over-and-over in training.  It was a system, the right air flow, the right relaxation of muscles, and the right channel of energy. The punch landed on Rowan, and reflexively, his left arm, managing Vasco swung the unconscious body.

      Human legs straightened with the swing, knocking Ironfist back a few measures. Rowan was now facing Whiskers. With another breath, heavy but steady, Rowan took a side step, stumbling still, under the weight of carrying both bodies. Despite the stumble, he dodged the poison blade, which found its way to Ironfist.  [/color]