Mighty remains extremely tense for a moment... then lowers his fists.
Tedd!!!!!!
He runs over and firmly slaps his hands on the Summoner's shoulders, shaking him vigorously.
You REALLY need to see a doctor about that!!! But, for now...
He steps back a bit and holds his arms in front of himself. Pulling on a little latch on top of the elbow-length sleek armor gauntlet, the entire thing seems to decouple from the rest of Mighty's suit and become very easy to remove, thus revealing a human meat arm. Bite me, Walter. After doing so on the other arm, Mighty hands the gloves to Tedd.
Here. It'll hurt to put them on and take them off, but anything in between will hurt... a bit less than it would if you were barehanded in this state!

Yes, it's normal. Beta's tired after writing and calculating so much per day for a month straight. Give him some time. Also, three Hadal Smokers. Ignore that if I've already done my turn, it's been a long day, my brain is scrambled.

That sounds like a good idea! The whole... nothing around here is creeping me out.
The stranger takes off for the superstructure on foot, immediately with no acceleration reaching a jogging speed that's just enough above human to be offputting. If there's a door, it's too far away to walk to. Again jarringly instantly coming to a halt, he winds back his arm and... punches a window?! Spiderweb cracks spread across the glass.

For a brief moment, Mighty's face shows relief before tensing back up into an aggressive scowl.
You can understand why I'm skeptical about you being the real deal, right?

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Swinging a staff around, Meandra casts a fierce spell at the Mosquitus Wreck that makes her instantly go limp and fall to the floor like an idiot because she used the Silence staff like an idiot. Idiot.

No. No, that doesn't quite sound right. I can't see it being right. See. C? Nope.
The stranger mechanically extends his hand, going in for a rigid yet flimsy handshake.
Uhhh, let me get back to you on that one. I feel like my name is supposed to be more than one sound. Still, nice to meet you, I think? Oh, we're still in the white. Hey, what's that tower behind you?

Uh, Flaming Wings Zeal Falling Blade, please.

As she powerwashes one of the Victoroids, Meandra turns her head back towards Saias, assuming him to be a responsible adult.
What even are these things?! What do they want with you people?!

Lacerate on Koppa. The combo should carry over, I think.

Meandra suspends herself midair momentarily with a downward powerwasher-tier surge of water, then quickly whips a wave of water about twice her height at the approximate center of the attacking group of machines before landing gracefully behind it.

Sorry, uh, we probably should've said sooner that we're keeping this storyline closed off for now too.

As Ballade approaches, the new arrival starts slowing down their pace, albeit very gradually, as if they're only barely concentrating on it. Coming yet closer, the red demo can see a kid clad in a worn-out black cotton tracksuit staring at him with the serenity of a sleep-deprived deer staring at a headlight. His facial expression can't be made out from under the hood completely, but you can assume he's squinting as he moves his head a bit as if to get a better look at Ballade.

What is that?

That is a very weird choice for a one-word sentence.

Zeal into two Lacerations on Pi.

The distinct sound of a 2005 Ford Focus rushing up to the facility and then dying can be heard outside as a long line of white smoke starting miles away drifts up into view through the windows of the warehouse.
Aw, nuts.
Then a big FWOOSH as something else rises up to the outside of a window...
Aw, nuts!
Crashing through the rotten glass, the fan-favourite water source Meandra joins the fray!

Fuzzy. Numb. Everything is so fuzzy.

Walking. I'm walking.

How long have I been walking? Where from? Where to?

...What am I passing by? Is there even anything around me at all?! What's going on?! Where is- Who-

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Someone, somewhere, shakes their head, as if to wake themselves up from a daydream. They look around.

Pitch white.

Weird. I don't--

Looking back in front of themselves, they notice a giant spire of something jutting out of the nothing. Then they look at their feet. Wherever they came from, they were heading right towards the pillar.

Once more they shake their head, then walk forward, quickly beginning to run.

As the spire draws closer, the individual sees a red speck on its side. And, with how their steps permeate the silence of this place, perhaps it has noticed them back.

Dord raises a Radiant Zeal with such ferocity that it may or may not blast several allies into a wall, then does 5 Lacerates on The Phisto.

Propping herself up from a faceplant, the water warlock can't help but do a happy dance during Nero's speech until a bag of money drops into her hands, somehow.
Woo! That was fun! Good job, everyone, this was a great festival! ...But I'm kind of pooped now. Ooh, is this local money? That's- wow, that's a lot. Hey, does anyone know a good place to rest? And anyplace else fun to visit? I didn't plan a lot for this trip...
She strikes the floor with her staff, causing a small but tall spring of water to pop up, which she first takes a sip for and then plunges her face into, as if to alleviate the concussions she's sustained.

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Mighty comes to an abrupt stop, fists raised.

After he gets a bearing of his surroundings, presumably having been contemplating the new possibilities of kicking Trio's face in, Dord's good eye immediately goes dark and the other turns into a cross-shaped lens flare as he looks at the newcomer, who is immediately hit by a Blazing Wings into Strobe Striker ω Circuit Siphon combo.

Before long, the Beta Team realizes that they are being pursued by a child with a disproportionately large set of burning wings.
Hey, hey, hey! Wait up, I'd like to hear more about that Trio business!

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