If there was one thing that Shedletsky found himself unbearably aware of, it was the silence of the area around him. The dead quiet of the start of the round, when he was separated from all his teammates.

It wasn't exactly the sense of loneliness that was getting to him, but rather minor worry. That was also weird of him— worrying so much. Sure, there was good reason to, but it just still felt very unlike him. He did definitely hope his pals were okay, Builderman especially. Who knew what he'd do if his old buddy got hurt somehow...

Shedletsky sighed as he walked along, tucking his hands in the pockets of his shorts. There was no point in worrying if he could get to finding everybody— And once he did find everybody, that meant he wouldn't have to worry at all to begin with. Brilliant idea, Shedletsky!

As a little smile came to himself from how proud he was of his own large and wrinkly brain, he'd pause suddenly at the sound of activity nearby.

Shedletsky glanced around, his eyes slowly turning into a little squint as he pulled out his sword, watching the area around him closely.