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[u]Doctor_Buttz[/u]
LVL: 10
[color=ed145b]HP: 32[/color]
[color=6ecff6]MP: 50[/color]
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[u]G3O_VAN[/u]
LVL: 5
[color=ed145b]HP: 25[/color]
[color=6ecff6]MP: 7/10[/color]
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"Yeah, the frogs." 

Doc replied, accepting the reductive way Geo described the gargling monsters of old. Doc couldn't blame him; in many ways, the bird man was right. Doc could not find the words to express the dread they still felt hearing the chorus of strange, warbling warcries back in the day. They did flinch at Geo calling the game 'old'. Were they old? The games they played as youths seemed to be. The game was old even when they started, though, perhaps they were just an old soul. 

The concept of power did not appeal to Doc, tempting as it was. They had tried biting off a bit more than they could chew and regretted it. Perhaps the wound was still fresh and stung too viciously, but they were humbled and ready to take the straight and narrow and play the game out as the devs had intended now. Power-grinding could be saved for their next toon.

Geo crouched down, and Doc followed similarly. They couldn't see the bird's face behind their mask, but Doc suspected their eyes would flash with a fire the programming of the game could not properly portray. Doc nodded to them, talking tactics, agreeing that Geo could not solo the whole squad.
"I won't let them surround you. I've got your back." Doc sounded far more certain of themself when saying this, the conviction in their voice contrasting the lackluster and tired way they had spoken thus far.

Soon enough, Geo was instigating the fight. They used their ability to once again taunt a target bandit, and while it did not confuse them this time, the bandit grabbed its weapon, which was resting on the side of the barricade, this one holding a shovel, and rushed forward. Doc couldn't help but smile at the use of his ally's abilities, exploiting the game's AI like a pro. Doc pulled up their dukes and stood just a meter behind Geo. Close enough to react and join in the fight, but not enough to disturb the fight or block Geo from swinging their spear properly.

As the bandit neared, their charge turned into slower, more cautious steps. They readied the shovel like a spear, gripped firmly in both hands, held low at the hip with the metallic point leveled with their foe. As they neared range, with Geo the bandit lunged, flinging the shovel head forward with shocking speed toward the avian's abdomen. The initial attack was fast, but the recovery would not be, as the shovel head was heavy and left the foe off balance and exposed as they thrust it forward. 
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