Just then, a flash of orange and green leaps out between Jon and the Cthulu spawn. A blade glimmers and lashes out at one of the spawn, drawing sickly, alien blood. The hideous creature is knocked back, and Arthur stands before them, sword drawn.
AJ had only worked a little info out of the cultist, but it was enough for him to figure out where he needed to be. AJ could just feel the fear and rage in the San Francisco waters, though he wasn't sure why. It did, however, make him feel a bit more bloodthirsty. AJ turns to look at Jon.
"Man, you look terrible." AJ flexes his shoulders and points his sword at the approaching spawn. "Don't worry, I'll help even the odds."
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