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[hr]James Lockehart, The Belly of the Beast -> Luan Fields[hr][/center]

James gave unseen glances towards Beatrice, Dach, and Kain as they introduced themselves, giving only a slight nod of acknowledgement to show that he was listening to them. The other blonde, while not to Evangeline's level, was noticeable more chipper than the rest of them, the inked sniper seemed to be a woman of few words, something that he could respect, and the mountain of a man seemed . . . mundane at best, dull at worst. He simply said what he had to say and little else, though the look he seemed to cast towards James and Beatrice did leave him with the feeling that he felt a bit weary of them. While the introductions given were serviceable and to the point, James was surprised that Hal had chosen t stay quiet during these introductions, figuring that he'd be trying his best to spin some grand title for himself in an effort to be 'funny'. For whatever reason, though, he was silent and James decided to just leave it be and enjoy the silence. His eyes, however, had drifted over to the other silent passenger, the silver haired girl he'd seen in the library.

Again, a strange feeling grasped at his minds, faint whispers and echoes that struggled for purchased upon his blank mindscape, only to fall into the abyss of emptiness that was the entirety of his before. He felt like he might have had some previous association with her, but given that she never said anything to him, she either didn't remember him, didn't really care, or had been ordered not to interact with him. Whatever the case, he couldn't help but wonder ever so slightly what his association with her might have been. As much as he always stated that he didn't care for his past, he wouldn't be human if he was without just a smidgen of wonder at what had happened to him in the past. Now, however, wasn't the time to entertain or call out such desires. Whatever happened to him in the past, he doubted it was pleasant and having a mental breakdown on a mission(or just in general) would not be welcome. So these questions he had would have to wait for answers for just a bit longer, if ever.

His thoughts were disrupted, however, as Evangeline called their attention to a small radar. As the situation unfolded, James felt the lingering traces of adrenaline from the meeting rise again, but he restrained himself for a moment, exiting with the others but taking a second to observe the battle, scan the tactics of his foes. His allies seemed to have the situation on the ground well under control, and had brought a majority of the Esper Ride Eagles down to the earth. However, instead of turning his attention to the grounded foes, James looked skyward, seeing the final two circling above with their eyes focusing on the group as a whole. [i]They can probably handle those on the ground, but right now, I need to try and level the rest of the playing field.[/i]

James took a step back, getting into a good position as he followed the patterns of the eagles, waiting and watching for them to make a move. Finally, one of them started to fly low, their attention locked onto the Beatrice as it tried to get a flanking position on his fellow Ravager. A single breath escaped his mouth as his entire seemed to relax, before suddenly tensing as he launched himself forward at high speed, rushing across the field in a circular fashion counter to that of the Eagle. As it prepared to do whatever it was about to do, James would leap up into the air to catch on of it's talons, flipping his body quickly up until he was gripping onto it's legs, his feet place precariously over the talons. Gripping tightly with one hand, he reared back his other before launching a swift but powerful blow to the appendage, causing a resounding crack to echo through the air, probably canceling it's previous attack due to the pain as the Eagle let out an ear piercing shriek, vigorously shaking it's leg in an effort to remove the creature that had fractured it's leg. James held on tightly as he could, though he had to deftly leap up onto the main body as the monster tried to peck at him with it's large beak.

The Eagle than proceeded to buck around in the air as much as possible in an attempt to dislodge James, who was clinging onto it by it's feathers, which probably wasn't very comfortable for the Eagle. As it struggle to remove him from its back, James slowly but surely began to make his way up the creatures back, keeping away from the powerful wings and instead making his way to it's head. He wasn't making much progress, but he was sure to move to the bird's back at some point and, as he made his way up, launch a punch or two into the back, hoping it'd crack some bones or, at the very least, keep the buzzards off the rest of them.

"Next chance I get, I'm gonna get myself some sort of fucking gun." He mutter though clenched teeth, forgetting about the uplink that made it so everyone could hear what he said. "or maybe I'll just grab Hal's weapon, since I doubt he even knows how to use it. Heheh-SHIT! STOP TRYING TO BUCK ME IFF YOU OVER-SIZED TURKEY!"


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James is keeping Eagle F preoccupied by climbing in it's back after it tried to make an attack on Beatrice. He fractured a leg in his way up and is also taking the time to launch a punch to the back every now and then. Is Ali regretting his lack of a gun/stabby thing of his own right now.
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