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“I’ve got this!” Without your prompting Sun reacts to the mere strange disturbance in the sands and cartwheels into a high-jump, flipping his bo staff and smashing it flat into the sand, creating a shockwave that throws the Komodos high into the air.
As they rise, he separates his staff into a couple of nunchucks and strikes a battle pose.
“Show-off…”
“Let’s cover him, Cuqui.”
Coco huffs. She dislikes the prospect of helping the Faunus boy, but she [Diligently] trains the sight of her machine gun to his general area. You do so as well with your revolver, Burden.
“And what do <span class="mu-i">I</span> do, bossman?” Isaac sarcastically asks.
“You, uh, guard the rear.”
Sun stays in his pose for a second before the Komodos start falling like rain.
As the first ones near the ground, Sun flips one of his nunchucks and blows it to smithereens.
They are really more like two rifles bound by a chain than nunchucks.
In a dance of bullet fire and martial arts, Sun flips both halves of his weapon in perfect synchrony around him, each deadly twirl obliterating one poor Komodo.
Maybe Coco was right. He is showing off.
For both of your parts, you find it quite unnecessary to cover him. Sure, one or two sneaky Grimm appear from the sand, but Sun could have dealt with them.
In a matter of seconds, the former Grimm threat is nothing more than fading smoke.
“Too easy!” Sun reforms his staff and stores it.
“They were just a bunch of lizards.” Coco huffs before putting away her own firearm. “You got lucky, we actually fought-”
“A bunch of Komodos too!” Isaac, sensing that Coco was about to mention the giant beast, interjects.
He must’ve either been awake for longer than you’ve imagined, or he’s just that good at reading a situation and acting accordingly.
“The ones that bit your legs?”
“Uh, sure thing. How unfortunate you weren’t there.”
Sun gets easily distracted by the praise and stops acting questions. At the expense of Coco’s pettiness.
“Nice one tundra boy.” You whisper.
“Gotta do something, otherwise I’m just literal dead-weight.” He whispers back.
“Well. Problem solved!” Sun, ever the hyperactive, doesn’t wait a second before moving on. “To Vacuo-!”
“Wrong way.” Isaac, Coco and you say at the same time.
Sun turns 90 degrees. “To Vacuo!”
