Baron gave a brief smirk as Thespian’s manipulation bore fruit, and the first couple of shadows tore each other to pieces. With the arrival of a second wave, however, the time had come to see what this new team could do, as he kicked the door Thespian has slipped through fully open with a slam, more for dramatic effect than anything.

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Advancing into the room under a hail of his own covering fire, he held down the trigger of his belt-fed machine gun as rounds pulled past Thespian and started tearing into the room, and anything not smart enough to seek cover. He ran up to the table the shadows had been using, and a swift kick turned it into cover as he took a second to focus, turning his attention back to the party, before singling out one of them. The older guy in the blindfold, Daimon, seemed like a good pick.

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[color=00C40A]“Lackland!”[/color] He called out, as he took a hand off his machine gun to whip out his phone, as he summoned his persona. The lanky armored figure turned to Daimon, before raising a hand and snapping it’s clawed fingers, imbuing his ally with some additional might. [color=00C40A]“I’ll keep you covered! Get in there!”[/color] He called back to the rest of the team, before turning back to continue laying down the hate.

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With his newfound ally empowered, Osamu turned back towards the shadows, bracing his machine gun against the table as he laid down more covering fire, stitching a line of rounds just below chest-height across the room at the trio of dog-like creatures in an attempt to either force them to cover, or to stall what he saw as an inevitable charge.