Dolemeck growled, shadow porting quickly as he attacked the goons just as he did the ones who robbed the bookstore where he worked. He would shadow port near one, punch them in the gut, then port to another and hit them in the back of the head. He kept moving, in spite how his injury and how tired he was getting from his own attacks.
"Derek, look out!" he shouted back at his cousin, watching how the woman swung her sword at him. She was skilled, very skilled from what he could tell. But just as he was warning Derek, some of the goons began to grab Dolemeck, trying to restrain him. If he ported with them, they could end up in limbo... but his cousin frowned upon him using such tactics, ever. "Let me go!"
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