Pamela
*Brad watched his opponent closely. Was Theo keeping up? Definitely not at all. But was he putting his absolute all into it? Yessir. He was an entirely new kind of thrilling- one that made Brad not even want to stop.*

*He didn't even bother defending against Theo's attacks. He practically accepted them with open arms. Theo's keyblade hit sturdy flesh and Light Year's blade again and again, the two trading blows, until finally Theo surprised him.*

*By completely vanishing.*

`Brad's HP: (58) 1610 - 120 = 1548`

*The next moment, Theo was behind him. And Brad had a fresh cut across his cheek. For a moment, crimson rolled down his face. He brushed a hand against it, examining... And then he started to laugh.*

"Hah... Hahahah! HAHAHAHAHA!" *Brad laughed, deeply and with his belly, and with enough force to jiggle. He nearly doubled over, excited, and already raring to go for more.* "Ya did it! Ya managed to cut me! Hahahaha, holy shit, kid! Maybe ya are somethin' special!"

*Immediately, Brad whipped around and got ready to charge- only to freeze. Holy shit, this kid did not look good. Brad dropped Light Year with a clang, the sword vanishing as he rushed up to Theo.*

"Woah, woah, you okay!?" *He asked, easily keeping up.* "Did I go too hard!? Aah, geez, sorry man!"
Laurel
*The entire sequence he had pulled off felt eternal, the state he was in causing him to feel as though all of his movements were sluggish, his quick turn and retreat bringing his mind back up to speed yet the adrenaline remained and no pain was felt. No physical pain was felt but upon hearing Brad's laugh, a surge of exhaustion hit him, Theodore wasn't ready to give up but his mind demanded his body to go against his wishes. In the face of such an overwhelming force, seeing his efforts be tossed aside as if they were nothing struck his mental hard.*

**"I... I give up..."**

*Loosening the grip on his keyblade, he'd straighten his posture and take a step back instinctively as Brad rushed toward him, his instincts signaling him to attack until he realized that his rush was done not with the aim to continue the fight but instead done to come to his aid... Maybe this guy wasn't the leader of those dark creatures? The black coat definitely gave off the vibe though.*

**"I'm fine, I think, I just need to rest."**

*It was very clear that he wasn't fine but what was he to do? Ask for help from the person he was convinced was evil? Theodore was wrong and he could see it now but admitting it didn't feel like it would be enough to justify brushing this whole encounter aside and asking for help, so he pushed his hand out as if to reject any aid from the man, his keyblade vanishing from sight as he prepared himself to leave the area.*

*Rest surely wouldn't be enough to heal him overnight so maybe one of the shops nearby could supply him with something? He didn't have much munny but maybe it was enough.*

**"Sorry for assuming you were a bad guy but it's alright, I had it comin'"**

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Pamela
*Surprise washed over Brad's expression as he was rejected by the man. He immediately grew worried- maybe he had gone too hard after all. He didn't think he'd clocked him too roughly. Sure there was a gap, but Brad had only just started to sweat!*

"No, c'mon, hey! Ya were jus' bein' cautious." *Brad said, although he had definitely just gotten attacked for asking directions.* "Dude, ya really should sit down. I-I brought some water n' snacks! I was preparin' fer a long journey, and, uh... Maybe I'm a little stuck 'ere 'till my friends come n' get me." *He scratched at his chin, the mental image of a furious Furo and Cid crashing through the sewer and dragging him back to Traverse.*

"C'mon, don' go just yet. What if someone *Actually* Tried ta attack ya now?" *Brad resummoned Light Year, tossing it over his shoulder.* "At least let me walk ya home."

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