Nemo's expression brightened up when someone jumped from the Vip box down to him, but this didn't last long. His chipper expression faded when his head cocked to the side as he used his manalysis on her; this was not the person he was looking for. The awkward pause only gave him a rather creepy impression. "My name is Nemo Smiley. I've come to see your boss." He finally replied, getting right to the point. 

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[centre][color=f7976a][b]The Kringle[/b][/color][/centre]

The Kringle was badly damaged from Artos' last attack, he was lucky to still be alive, or standing. The shards of ice stuck inside of him caused him great pain, but the Kringle wouldn't be defeated by mere ice. He dashed back and away from Artos as his contraptions did their deed, but quickly fell to a single knee afterwards as well. He coughed up blood into his glove. The now not-so-jolly man knew he could no longer continue. 
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"How about a final parting gift?"[/color] The Kringle called out to Artos as he recovered from his earlier trap. He wiped blood away from his mouth and then leaned over, aiming the opening of his sack directly at Artos. A second later the red head of a comically sized chubby metal rocket poked out from the sack. [color=ed1c24]"Take this!"[/color] He exclaimed as the rocket ignited, flying from his sack and directly at Artos. Upon exploding the rocket uplifted most of the snow that had fallen during the skirmish. The Kringle used this opportunity to crawl into his own sack and escape into the void. Leaving only a limp, empty, useless bag behind. This was not over.