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Power Joe: B-bastards! *as he shifts back, /sweeping/ them further back from himself with an arm, lurching up to a crouch on sheer, defensive willpower* You think you're the /only/ ones who- DB: Power Joe!! *DB and SM land just then, weapons out, DB crouching protectively in front of PJ* PJ: D-drill Boy... *slumps a little, leaning on DB's back, /relieved/* DB: What the hell!? Why did you do this!? SM: Drill Boy. *getting his attention to quiet him - and if one of the wielders starts to try to move the ground (he saw them doing it from the air), he'll find a giant ninja star buried in the ground at his feet (startle and scare him, break his concentration) - angry but calm as he looks the group over* There are slavers in this area. That way is clear - *points the same way Power Joe did* - but don't stop moving for another half-day. Disbelieve me if you will. After nearly killing my teammate without provocation, I frankly don't /care/. Just /go/! [the group is in a near panic when DB and SM arrive. And SM won't have to stop the hostile wielder, the wielder that put an end to PJ's torture is the one that grabs him before he can do anything and turns him, shoving him after the rest of the group..] Man4: [the one that let PJ up...he glances back at the group as he follows the others...apology in his eyes when he looks at PJ.] [PJ won't see the look, he's /hunched/ and in pain with DB /fussing/ over him as he tries to get his brother to his feet. SM is standing guard over the two and /does/ see the look…his gaze is hard, but he nods acknowledgment of the apology]
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