Don't go anywhere without your hockey sticks. Fine, stupid city. Message received. But Casey would fight these things with his bare hands if he had to. He only had a few seconds to process things: Greg was down from his workout, Bones was helping him up, so it'd just be himself and Wash left to fight.
That's fine.
He's faced worse odds.
Offensive stance, crouch, lunge forward and CHARGE aaaaaaand be lifted off the ground and yanked backwards and what the heck-
"AUGH, are you kidding me?!" he shouted, mostly to Bones but also to the whole entire universe for letting him be in this position. He was off the ground because of Bones's LAME telekinesis and was being yanked behind like a DUMB kite, or a SUCKY wooden duck toy pulled by a STUPID-
Greg's shout refocused him. Oh man...
"We can't bail on him!" He was kicking and struggling like a fish on a line. It seemed wrong, Casey Jones running out on a friend, so wrong it was like he was seeing out of another person's eyes, someone totally foreign to Casey who would watch a friend about to get swarmed and ripped apart and run away from and not towards him.
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That's fine.
He's faced worse odds.
Offensive stance, crouch, lunge forward and CHARGE aaaaaaand be lifted off the ground and yanked backwards and what the heck-
"AUGH, are you kidding me?!" he shouted, mostly to Bones but also to the whole entire universe for letting him be in this position. He was off the ground because of Bones's LAME telekinesis and was being yanked behind like a DUMB kite, or a SUCKY wooden duck toy pulled by a STUPID-
Greg's shout refocused him. Oh man...
"We can't bail on him!" He was kicking and struggling like a fish on a line. It seemed wrong, Casey Jones running out on a friend, so wrong it was like he was seeing out of another person's eyes, someone totally foreign to Casey who would watch a friend about to get swarmed and ripped apart and run away from and not towards him.