@kiratte
Shut slowly made his way through the Cotes Ward, sometimes having to pause when a particularly harsh rumble struck the ward. He wasn’t sure what the hell he could do, if he found the wires, but he had a pair of cutters on hand, and his own claw-like nails if that didn’t work, to try anyways. He wasn’t about to just stand around. If there weren’t Precure around to help, he supposed he could be a fine substitute.
In the distance, he couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure. Making his way through the streets and debris from falling buildings, he approached the other.
“Dune?”











