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After the first initial blow with her mace, Petra merely stared at the place where the shadowman had disappeared, expression dark and brooding and perhaps a little calculating, as if she were trying to find a way to get the slimy thing back out. The shadows, however, were gone. There still wasn't any light, making the basement still pitch black and difficult to see in, but the dank, stifling feeling had vanished completely, along with the maniacal creature. Behind her, she could hear the disappointment in the team's voices -- the rustle of material as Robert hoisted Harrison higher over his shoulder, muttering something about A4 as he climbed the creaking steps, coupled with Jerry's angry, perhaps mildly psychotic screams. Petra scrambled a little to escape the blasts as she heard the bazooka go off again another fifteen or so times, tripping a little to get behind Jerry and out of the way of his wrath, but otherwise she stayed still until he stopped and turned around. Staring at him in the dark, despite how she could only make out his silhouette, the moon hunter watched as he passed her, only then turning around to follow.

"You did well," she murmured, placing her hand lightly on his shoulder for a moment, before she removed it again.

The medics at the infirmary promptly took charge of Harrison, and called Doctor H to deal with the rest of the team. They were left hanging in the lobby for a for a good twenty minutes, before the man himself, came striding through the hallway. "Sorry to have you all waiting, oh...no I'm not. I had more pressing matters to handle than overseeing the results of your little piece janitorial work. Where's the pink fellow? Infirmary? Always did take him for a bit of a bleeder, don't know why Clarice bothered. Well the rest of you look relatively healthy and whole, so...did you do the job? Is it finished? Did Jerr...y, wreck the halls with his mighty cannon?" The doctor was in a fairly good mood. If not quite smug satisfaction, he did seem relatively pleased with himself nonetheless.

Robert was very impatient. He was annoying when he had to wait, making all sorts of noises, sighs, ticks, and groans.

When Dr. H finally came, Robert was all but ready to storm out the door. He moved from one foot to another, pacing, nodding in frustration.

"Yeah. Yeah. He was fantastic. Let's go."

Jerry slouched further, one hand gripping Roar at his neck tightly. He wasn't sure he was in the mood for Candace just then. He wasn't sure he was in the mood for anything. Except a stiff drink, maybe. Alas.

"Thank you both," He said quietly to Robert and Petra before turning to quietly wander his way towards the dormitory.

He was certainly not in the mood for singing.