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[color=979CB2]LOCATION:[/color]Al Mamoon Northeast - Rocket Inc.
[color=979CB2]WORD COUNT:[/color] 536 (+1 EXP)
[color=979CB2]MENTIONS:[/color] The Dragonborn. [/Center]

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While Mao felt utterly delighted by his assault on the Dragonborn, the warrior was unfortunately not feeling the same way. His mechanical limbs tried to keep the man at bay, but his sheer amount of force sent even a blocking Overlord off his feet. He'd clearly underestimated the strength gained through Ara Mitama's enrage, and using his mechanical limbs he took advantage of the Dragonborn's slowing state to scuttle into a quick recovery: Blades and drill stabbing through the sand, barely being able to stabilize him due to the metallic ground but with loud ear-piercing scratches against the metal Mao regained his footing hastily. 

Having taken more torso damage, the Dragonborn wasn't the only one suffering from previous bullet wounds: Jinx's onslaught from before was starting to come back to bite Mao, as he was beginning to find freshly-sealed wounds leaking. It was quite unfortunate that their healer had been stalled by the Homeward Bone, otherwise Mao's condition could have far outmatched the Dragonborn's. What-if's weren't going to save Mao now, however, instead he'd have to grit his teeth and see this through one way or another. 

Unfortunately, things were getting really chaotic. A ring of fire, people jutting across the battlefield to collide, magical rings soaring across the battlefield, and Ciella sending a wave of water that caused Mao to turn his head for a moment: Noting the approaching wave and the sound that followed it, it was either hold his ground until it passed, or use it somehow. And the 'pint-sized' Overlord figured the latter was more applicable, with how the Dragonborn was pushing him. Mao responded to the wave by letting the Dragonborn's old axe take flight, throwing it into the air and charging his Star magic in his main hand as he lowered himself into the rushing water. He used his position against the Dragonborn and the wave to employ the water as a speed boost: Mao and meeting his target head-on were a pair as old as time at this point, but with both sides weakening, he had to exchange blows as best he could, given their weakening states.

Due to his low position, his back limb drill and surgical scissors weren't as usable, but he still had his scapel and buzzsaw shooting forward. The buzzsaw would try to aim towards his shield arm while the scapel played more defensively against the warrior's weapon. The shield itself was a bother, and while Mao had tasted the sturdiness of it when it knocked him down, he was willing to challenge it with a magic blast to the Dragonborn's center mass to see if he could give this old man a taste of his own medicine. 

While he was sure one of them would run out of gas sooner than later, Mao could only hope it wouldn't be him. With building injuries, though, if he could continue to fight another target after this without healing was questionable at best, and it wasn't even truly on his mind as he focused solely on the target in front of him for the moment. Knowing that if the Dragonborn's Rage was coming to a calm, then if this didn't finish quickly he'd be at a huge disadvantage.