[Funkduder]

Funkduder was close to the medical encampment, fighting knife to tanto with Asura when he was dropped. The only grip he had on Asura was the extending flail which Asura, herself, held on to. It didn't matter. His wrath would fade.
Falling downwards a good 60 feet, he had little time to save himself as his instincts guide him to using an interdiction shield prototype to save himself as it had saved him while he fought Espy. He crashed into the dirt, landing next to a transparent latern, as his shield broke for the second time. "Note to self; get a better landing." The wrath that had once been devoring him had faded, being far out of the presence of Asura.
Not hearing the whispers, he took a deep look into the latern he was next to, and the faces of those who he had seen in battle were there, beckoning him.
"Maybe later," he thought aloud. And walked away from the latern. A chill came by that made him want to move a bit faster...so he did and rushed to the armory...