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((He replaced back in Old Barton.))

((He will at the end of the round.

Zen, please look 6 or so posts up.

Also, whose turn is it? Shouldn't we be moving along?))

((Cerberus as a universal +5 attack thanks to the Powerhouse Rally.

Plus his attack > your defense, so you lose the comparison.

Also: lolspeedhack))

And there was Vahn, apparently forgotten about and watching everything unfold. He had taken the time to actually cauterize and close up his gunshot wound on the lower left side of his stomach with some heat, wincing but glad to finally be able to move without bleeding again.

Then that goddamned feeling washed over him again, leaving him without a marble and as weak as Kalis.

Luckily, he had the Powerhouse marble, the one taken from the stone construct.

As well as the other one that Owle had given to him before he claimed Lancer.

So after seeing to his wound, he'd have pulled his pants down enough to switch in the new marble, this time feeling a rush of power. It was as if his biceps swelled.

And with that, Vahn began moving forward, greaved feet thudding along the ground, and his Fang out and at the ready in his left hand.

He had seen Owle and Rage head for the pillar--- he needed to get them.

To get to her.

The hero always arrived late after all.

He was making a dash straight for the pillar, his greaves heating up even as the soles of his boot left the ground and he began gliding forward, speeding up considerably.

((I came, I saw, I got my a** handed to me...

I acquiesce. A bit late, but at least I finally did.

I've got some editing to do.

Done. Hope I finished to everyone's satisfaction. And now I'll clean up the extra OOC replies I've been leaving around.

...what are you lot waiting for?! GO!!!))

And he would continue running, having seen the insanity of a flaming tornado and the arrival of almost every goddamned person on Gaia, like moths to a flame.

No one seemed to pop out and try to stop him--- they didn't even know he was here, let alone think to account for him.

He was the unknown factor.

That little variable that could rape your entire line of thought into a puddle of drool.

And right now, nothing was going to stop him, as anything in his path was simply bulldozed over, the surge of strength coming from his marble pulsing through his veins like ice cold flame.

And He would keep gliding forward, his strides getting longer and longer as he began to slowly build lift---- before swinging his Fang from left-to-right, the flames expanding rapidly off it's surface to impact against the ground, and explode--- propelling him up with thrust akin to a rocket.

Both greaves touched upon the surface of his flamberge, even as he hunched forward and bent both knees, left hand rasping firmly as he went into an ollie in mid-air, riding his blade to go skyward, at an angle right smack dab into the glowing pillar.