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He was still conscious, and after spitting up a second was of nasty red/green fluid, he tilted his head to look at the man who had approached him. Since talking was pretty much a failed practice anymore, all he could do was give him the sort of 'Are you serious?' look, followed by a nod in reference to the question as he pushed off the ground again.

He tucked his legs underneath him, probably with Stryphe's aid, and shakily stood upright. He was hunched over, clutching his left side even though there was a relatively small hole there. Didn't seem like the kind of thing that could put a big man like him down.

His breathing was ragged at best, interspaced with random gurgles and attempted sentences. It was probably a step up from the condition he was in after fighting the Viceroy, but he was showing a bit more frustration with the sharp pain that accompanied each attempted breath, as well as the blood that welled up in his throat along with it.

He turned his head towards Stryphe, and grinned through blood stained teeth.

"Kicked..."

He turned, spat out a gob of blood, and continued.

"...their a**."

He finally managed to spurt out.

And then they returned.

At that very moment a massive icecream truck flying down the street that would have lead towards Old Barton. Once again it was going entirely too fast, but without dasher is was that normal 'flooring it' type of speed.

It was all white, a swirling pink cone rotating on top of it, tons of flavors on the right windowed side, and this song blaring really loudly over the speakers with way too much bass.

They had not quite figured out how to work the music...so they just pushed buttons and got this result.

Tweak was driving with a white bandage wrapped around his head over the injury. Angel had healed it once she was able, but it was still kind of bloody. Other then that his right arm was apparently working again though he was inheritantly favoring his left.

The ice-cream man was in the passenger seat, almost curled into a ball, pissing himself because Tweak had a 12 guage shotgun held against his head. That right hand - while favored - was being put to absolute good use.

"Angel, you see Athan anywhere?" Yeah, Angel was back hanging out the window with the ice cream all around her. mad

...They were not quite aware it was over.

Angel was hanging out the side window, flopping all around while trying to hold the lids open that held the ice cream, tossing ice cream out the small window. Supplies in the back of the truck were flying everywhere. She was still wearing the strippers outfit, neither of them had enough time to change.

Strangely, a line of kids were not far behind the ice cream truck trying to catch them, screaming with happiness as the ground was littered with ice cream. Funny, one of the kids was the little boy that Tweak had held at Crossbow point. "Tweak, speed this s**t up! It's that crazy little boy again!" The said little boy didn't seem to be stopping for ice cream.

She tried again to peer out the window, quite hard with being knocked around. That was when she spotted Athan with Stryphe.

"Sharp right! He's over there!"

Yeah, to the right.

And so it was done.

Tweak rapidly turned the wheel and for a moment their ice cream truck was on two wheels with the screech of tires. The smell of burnt rubber would be lingering there for awhile. This spilt a whole lot of ice cream out and almost threw Angel...but she would stay in because logic dictates.

The ice cream man was not so lucky. He jumped for it when Tweak was busy with both hands on the wheel. Jumping out of a vehicle going that fast was not a good plan, he rolled a long way.

Athan probably would have died...earlier. At this point Tweak was mastering the art of driving really fast vehicles. sweatdrop

So maybe Athan would be suprized when Tweak swung the wheel, sent the van into a spin, all four wheels almost coming up entirely. Angel would probably get splashed with a whole lot of ice cream.

But she would also be able to throw the back doors open like eight feet in front of Stryphe and Athan.

"Bring him in!" scream

As usual Tweak was oblivious to the injuries caused to his teamates.

"Wait a minute," He peered into back of the truck, narrowing his eyes at the woman, "I know you!"

He began to walk Athan over to the back of the truck- he wasn't sure what the hell was going on at first, but he knew Angel from a while back.

"I've just, ah... never known that much of you." wink

He'd help haul Athan into the back of the truck, then run off, grabbing the greatsword that had come out of the portal with Athan and his own halberd.

"How've you been?" He'd attempt to talk with Angel as the music blared and he tossed the weapons into the back of the truck, making sure not spear Athan with anything. Once he was done loading, he too hopped into the back of the truck.

And most likely James Black, in super stealth mode.

And honestly, Stryphe'd already assumed they were here to take care of Athan, so he never really tried to make it a point that they should head for the temple.

Bitches makin' him wait. He was all leaning back in his seat checking out the rear view. Did not even raise a fuss when RAIF started piling in. His memory had not blanked out them almost running over the guy trying to kill him earlier.

Instead he was all reeving the engine lazily. Light a cigarette, shove his shotgun back into the bag, and roll down the window. With them all piled in it would have a refreshing odor of sex, smoke, blood, oil, ice cream, and suffering. All the others are self-explained, the sex smell was just kind of lingering in Tweak and Angel's clothes no matter how hard they tried to get rid of it.

Not like anyone had time to notice that though. sweatdrop

The second the back doors got closed - assuming James did it in super stealth - he shifted gets into reverse. Cue them burning rubber as they flew back and did a very, very wide turn that would potentially run over anyone who was getting too close to their van.

This was followed by a sudden stop that would probably toss them around a bit, and then they were off to the Temple of Falis. This was not really intentional until someone told him where to go or something. Once again assuming James black on super stealth or something.

'Off' in a way that broke every driving law there was.