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[u]Doctor_Buttz[/u]
LVL: 10
[color=ed145b]HP: 30/32[/color]
[color=6ecff6]MP: 50[/color]
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[u]G3O_VAN[/u]
LVL: 5 (+8 XP)
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[color=6ecff6]MP: 10/10[/color]
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It was good that Geo heeded the good doctor’s suggestion to take a moment. They seemed genuinely stressed by the battle. Perhaps having a blade made it that much worse. Doc had been knocking the enemies out with punches and kicks, but an undoubtedly lethal weapon had to feel that much worse. 

Or perhaps it was not just that. Stabbing a person you know is real, and they can feel pain, might play a part in it. Especially if they're someone who has offered to help you.

Despite it all, and as rude as it may have been, Doc did feel a level of irritation at this whole situation. Geo was slowing them down, kiting, stress breaks, it was all making this whole dungeon, the first dungeon in the game, mind you, painstakingly slow. Doc had deadlines, a reasonable bedtime they had long since abandoned. That didn't mean they weren't feeling that tether of reality nagging at the back of their mind.

“Sounds good. I'm ready whenever,” the Doc said, putting up their guard and giving one more scrutinizing look at the bird warrior.
“Are you?” they added, eyeing their ally for an inkling of an idea of what was going through their head.

Geo moved forward, and so after slapping their cheeks and rolling their shoulders, Geo followed briskly behind. Geo moved into the zone for one of the guards, but this time, the two of them moved too close. After the first bandit started getting close enough to reach with the spear, the other one stood up and pointed, shouting at the group. The first bit of words the bandits had uttered.

“Looks like we got a live one, boys!” A gruff, grizzly tone announced to seemingly no one in particular. As they did, they reached into their belt and pulled out a particularly large weapon, which looked uncannily like a massive Swiss army knife. With a flick of their wrist, this Navaja unfurled into its full length, and the bladed bandit trudged shortly behind his unarmed companion.

The unarmed fighter approached cautiously, hands low at his waist like a grappler and eyeing the spear anxiously. At this same time, Doc moved to stand beside Geo, waiting for the right time to charge in.
“Make sure they don't surround you. I'll try to make sure you can just deal with one at a time.”

And with that, the first bandit lunged forward, trying to push the spear out of the way as he made a beeline for the avian behind it, moving in to tackle him.
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