Level: 1
Day/Time: Day Two, Afternoon
Location: 6th Floor of the Butter Building
Tag: @Guardian Angel Haruki@Zarkun@Leaves@Etherean Fire
Word Count: 336
Day/Time: Day Two, Afternoon
Location: 6th Floor of the Butter Building
Tag: @Guardian Angel Haruki@Zarkun@Leaves@Etherean Fire
Word Count: 336
Cloud could see how they were all divided. Frisk and the Lawyer were mostly pacifists and the rest of the team were more accustomed to just beating the bad guy. The swordsman was convinced that the bat had made his intentions very clear from the beginning. Marx wanted to destroy them all. What was there to talk about? And then the cartoony powers of the strange newcomer were causing the lawyer to hallucinate and believe that he was in a courtroom. This was no courtroom. This was a battleground. Cloud observed the awkward face the bat made as his body began to threateningly flicker. Whatever the bat was conjuring, words didn’t seem like they were going to work. Frowning, the ex-SOLDIER glanced over at the buster sword he had left with Phoenix, regretting his decision. He needed it to put the shrimp down before he unleashed his powerful assault on them all.
Frisk and Phoenix tried talking to Marx, while Banjo & Kazooie tactfully ascended the stairs to seek out an advantageous position. Cloud turned to face his sword and bolted toward it with an outstretched hand. If no one was going to stop the baddy, then he would. He grasped the hilt of his sword and his arm flexed as he lifted its impaled edge from the slit it had made in the hard marble-like floor. He hesitated when Alicia suddenly acted, carrying out her judgment.
The Titan revealed a blade, a weapon Cloud hadn’t even known she had. The attack she unleashed upon Marx made him briefly reminisce over a certain limit break he used to know…what was it again? A blue disc of some foreign energy that resembled lightning was lobbed at the bat followed by a shotgun that she started to empty on the creature. Alicia had decided what she felt was best, and Cloud wondered what the child leader would think of her actions. Regardless, after Marx was dealt with, they all needed to have a talk. They couldn’t stay divided.