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[b][u]The Academy of Arts - Northern Section[/b][/u]

Aside from the dim moonlight that shone through the windows, it was dark in the theater room. It was a good thing Dalia could sense auras. 

Marcus talked about locking the doors, and it was a very good idea. If they could block all the exits, then surely they would finally manage to catch the masked phantom. Xan peered into the darkness, it was impossible to see anything besides shadowy outlines. The girl held out her prosthetic in front of her, it had taken the form of a hammer. Slowly, she walked down one of the aisles, eyes flitting from row to row. 

This thief was very sneaky...

Just as she made her way towards the stage, there was crash followed by a muffled thud. The mettalurgist spun around, only to be greeted by the outline of the chairs closest to her. "Is everyone alright?" Her eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Did anyone see anything?"

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[b]“Stop being a coward and fight us face to face!”[/b]

Psh, coward shwamard, this was simply called playing smart. Fabian wanted to laugh so badly, but didn't because he was outnumbered and everyone besides the kid was a giant. He remained crouched behind several bushes and observed the man intently. Fabian was so absorbed in what he was doing that when Granny asked him how he was doing he nearly fell back in fright. Fababy, oh how he hated being called that. "Oi,oi, I can take care of myself grandma." He kept his voice low.

What was it with everyone always asking about his well-being? Cuss this, he could handle himself just as well as she could.

He fumbled with the several pouches attached to his belt and wondered which little gadget he ought to try next. Maybe that bomb that made a loud, sharp sound when it hit the ground. It was cussing irritating, but it didn't do much. 

While he was debating his next move, a foul stench caught him off guard and Fabian nearly choked on his own spit. The boy clamped both hands over his nose and crawled away just in time to avoid a barrage of bullets. These guilders had guns and all sorts of gizmos too? CUSS IT, JUST CUSS IT! He had horrible luck. The boy hopped to his feet, thankfully his NV mask gave him some sort of advantage. 

A breeze began rustling the bushes around and it sort of worked out in his favor.

The girl was still shooting at the last place he had been in and the man was nearby so Fabian crept up behind Lute and depantsed him. Then as soon as that was over he grabbed a stink bomb, jumped, and shoved it into Lute's shirt. "See ya Stinker!" The boy shoved the depantsed man forward then swiftly spun around to throw down a smoke bomb.