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Gladiolus Amicitia ([personal profile] callmegladio) wrote in [community profile] middleofsomewhere 2020-03-25 07:47 pm (UTC)

Flying guy. Green. Noted.

Gladio was so focused on the battle at hand that he could only barely give those around him attention. Just enough to at least pin them down as friend and not foe so he could avoid slicing them in half.

The Enemy was knocked away, parting like the tide as this guy joined them. Piccolo, his name was, Gladio seemed to remember. Still, even though he'd pushed through, more flooded to join them. These guys were bound and determined to get to the command center, even at the risk of making suicide runs at it. Gladio didn't care. He'd continue to cut them down with the help of the others to get them stopped.

He had just slammed into one with his shield, damn near turning him to a liquid as he caught him between the large shield and the wall beside him. When Piccolo spoke, Gladio spared him a quick glance and a flash of a devil-may-care smirk.

"Just in time." He relied as one idiot ran at him. Gladio dodged, ducked and hit it's midsection with his shoulder and rose, launching him over his shoulder and toward Piccolo to finish off.

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