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Athan eyed the can suspiciously, pivoting his body to face it, his sword held low, the majority of it resting on the ground. He'd wait for the can to stop and hover before he reacted.

"You little b*****d."

Athan stepped forward and snapped his free hand out towards the can, aiming to grab it out of the air. Then he'd throw it down to the ground, and commence with swording it to pieces.

He was already sticky, so more fizz and pop really wasn't going to bother him too much anymore.

Tweak had both arms guarding his face when she opened it. No pressure, no pain, just some more fizz spray that went away when he took a step back. This did not prevent him from laughing at Angel for getting sprayed even more directly once again.

"So nothing in it or is whatever is there just not willing to eat you?" How lovely of him to say.

Short glance over at Athan who was still fighting with a can of root beer rather visciously. Chances are those university students not scared off by the shaking machine and Athan were watching him with expressions of 'WTF?'

Thumb in Athan's direction, "Or maybe you'll end up like him. Ooh, spooky~"

No mere can could survive such a macro, and the can was torn asunder, its delicious contents spilling all over the floor.

The other can, however, remained in tact, normal, and with some hard object stuck in it.

"No you wont, I promise." He was grinning with the result of watching her get sprayed.

Athan's victory cry was enough to get him to glance over and watch the fate of root beer come to pass. That was not all of his attention focus though. While doing so he brought his right foot up, nudged his pants aside, and produced a stiletto from a sheath attached to his boot.

"Lemme see it then, I'll cut it out...maybe kill it."

Time conservation says that if Angel handed it over he would make an incision into the upper side of the can. Couple seconds later he would have the whole top of the thing cut open unless it freaked out and tried to attack him. He crouched down and slid the knife back into his sheath as he peered into the open top can and saw...

Angel shook her head. "I don't need you to hide behind. I have other means."

Frustrated with the can, she handed it to Tweak. "Please, have at it." He unsheathed a blade and she took a step back. The way he jumped when he was frightened, she didn't want him accidentally stabbing her.

She saw as he cut the metal that it was another marble inside.

Athan was huffing and puffing, teeth ground together, sword leaving a rather large hole in the ground from the point of impact. Oh, and the can was sliced in half.

He was kind of disappointed that the floating can held no secrets other than wasted beverage, but elated that the stupid thing was finally taken care of.

"Oi Athan, get over here a moment and let me see your hand."

The swordsman turned, picked his sword up from the ground, shifted it to his left hand, and planted it on his shoulder.

"What is it?"

He arched an eyebrow, walking towards his other two teammates. His right hand hung at his side as he looked at the marble in Tweak's hand.

"Another one of those things? That's nice, what's it gotta do with me?"

He lifted his hand to inspect the marble that was already placed there. Cue Tweak's opening to swap out the marbles. It probably hurt a little, since the things were lodged in their flesh to begin with.

"GRAH! You little son of a..."

He looked down at his hand. Now he no longer felt like punching something. Instead, he felt...fast?

Wait, fast? What the hell?

"Hey, guys. I have an idea."

Athan was still staring down at his hand. But he suddenly felt the need. The need for speed. He switched his sword to his right hand, slid it into place upon his back, and looked over his shoulder to the girl.

"Climb onto my back...and whatever you do, don't let go."

He closed his right hand into a fist, then relaxed it. Yeah, he was fairly sure this was going to work.

And if it didn't, he'd blame someone else for it.

"And you."

He eyeballed Tweak.

"C'mere."

Yep, this wasn't going to be awkward at all.

Angel blinked rapidly a few times before staring at Athan. He was telling her to climb onto his back, and she was feeling odd about doing such a thing. "Uh...okay."

Scratching the back of her neck, she moved to Athan and climbed onto his back, adjusting her bow that was strapped around her as she did. It was in an uncomfortable and awkward position.

"I feel goofy."

After bow was situated she wrapped her slim arms around his neck, holding on rather tightly. For what she was expecting was a piggyback ride, but what was probably about to happen would scare the daylights out of her.