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[color=979CB2]LOCATION:[/color]Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
[color=979CB2]WORD COUNT:[/color] 543(+1 EXP)
[color=979CB2]MENTIONS:[/color] The Dragonborn, Braum [/Center]


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The Dragonborn's charge was met with Mao's own, deciding to meet the man head-on. His coat flurried along with his thin frame to skim past his arrows, but the man's quick weapon-swapping abilities left Mao momentarily on the defensive as he came down with his blade. Mao's axe shifted from one hand to both; holding it flat with his hand on the grip and palm against the cold material of the blades as he used it to block the strike. His knees bent from the sheer strength of the Dragonborn, burnt over scabs on his wounds cracking from the motion which caused a sound of pain that came out more as a snarl than any sort of cry.

This was especially annoying when Mao realized that he wasn't being fought one-on-one, but rather, some sort of duo was also assaulting him. Not that he wasn't prone to playing unfair, but that didn't mean it wasn't sucky to be on the receiving end. Not wanting to be cleaved by the Dragonborn, he was forced to hold his place with a brace for impact until Braum came along, at the last second just like any Hero that Mao had studied in the past. Typical cliche move, but he could worry about that later. [color=979CB2]"Ah, I stand side by side at [i]best.[/i]"[/color] He informed Braum, not realizing how corny it really sounded as Mao made a half-hearted attempt to discourage being protected, instead sounding more like he was more than happy to fight alongside Braum. Which he might've been, or not. He'd not disclose that to anyone.

What mattered was since Braum's dynamic entrance was so bombastic, he could take advantage of not having to worry about a side attack for the moment. Deciding to put his recovered ability to use, Mao grinned despite his defensive position in his struggle with the Dragonborn, offering his signature [color=979CB2]"Mwahahahah!"[/color] given as soon after Braum's intervention came into play, his mechanical limbs emerged in a quick fashion, loud and dangerous. Mao carried a similar strategy from before: Take out the arms, and leave him begging for mercy. Mao's buzzsaw spun as it thrusted towards his shield-bearing arm, while his drill revved and went for the opposite shoulder. His four-pronged assault continued with the decision of if he had double the attacks, then why not go for double the limbs? Directed with the other two attacks, Mao's scalpel thrusted forward to dig into one of the Dragonborn's knees, while the surgical scissors opened their large maws to snip at his hand holding his weapon, a disarming tactic or at least one to allow Mao to push out of this block he was stuck in.

Such a sudden and [i]devilish[/i] surprise, a flurry of unexpected and dishonorable blows! Oh, yes! Mao could feel that villainous tendency in his veins! Nobody said he had to do this clean, after all! All's fair in war, no matter the objective! And with a life soon to be converted to their side by his hand, it'd be all the easier to get some help in freeing Klee, and hearting Baz. 

[color=979CB2]'Damn it, that's not evil at all!'[/color] He mentally complained, noting to be the one to kick Baz's ass later so the heart could go through. That'd help him feel better.