But when he arrived to the venue properly on time, when he had the valet park his car so he wouldn't have to fight parking, Isaiah walked the three blocks to the concert hall itself to find one deeply disconcerting and irritating sign written across the large marquee boards. The concert was canceled in short notice due to someone calling in a threat, and while the nature of the threat wasn't disclosed, he assumed either bombs or these ridiculous youma stories cropping up. Others near him gathered enough to speculate, to declare their incredulous and righteous fury to the nearby security guards that kept others out of the facility. Isaiah himself stood a fair distance away gawking at the sign, but he heard the assertions of monsters, renegades, and 'that last time we had a concert'.
He wasn't certain what 'that last time' referred to. It seemed fruitless to ask. Refund instructions were posted on the board behind the guards alongside an apology written by the band's manager. Isaiah hadn't bothered to read it.
Most of the other concerts in the area, he assumed, likely shut down by proxy. One threat may well apply to the lot of them, especially if Destiny City suffered difficulties in protecting its citizens when gathered into singular locations. Was this what he was supposed to prevent as 'Scholomance'? Doubtful - fantastical powers seemed a token resistance to the general crazy of mankind or its ridiculous stories.
Instead of returning to his apartment flustered and exasperated, Isaiah withdrew a cigarette from pocket and lit up while he watched the crowds ebb and flow. One of them, he expected, might know more about this sudden closure than he.
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Ian really didn't know why he'd allowed his friends to drag him out, especially here. He knew he wasn't spending as much time with his friends, he was a busy person with his senshi life, so perhaps it was guilt combined with them shoving and dragging him around? it sounded about right when he played it all over in his head. Earlier in the day one of his friends had called telling him about this concert, nothing he was interested in, and asked him to join them despite knowing it wasn't his sort of music. he'd tried to turn it down, and had multiple times, but when the begging had started and guilt tripping came into play he'd started to sort of give in and that had been his downfall.
They knew he lived with the Jacob's family and so had come over, without him knowing they were going to be doing so, and pushed and shoved him about his room and the bathroom he had. Pushing him into the bathroom to shower and then shoving him into his closet to help him pick out clothing. From there, with clothing in hand, he'd been pushed back into the bathroom and told to dress.
It was upon arriving, via cab, that Ian and his friends discovered the cancellation of the concert, something he was both glad and upset about. He had been pushed about so much only for this to be the evenings outcome? But at the same time he didn't have to suffer the music and being around so many people. As one of his three friends wrote down the information for a refund on the tickets the other two went to see if they could find out what sort of threat had been made, pestering a guard wasn't likely to gain them any information. As for himself he wandered and kept away from most of the people. One hand sinking into a pocket of the thin, very thin, hoodie he wore and gripped the pen he kept in there. It wasn't as if he expected a youma to jump out of no where but it was a comfort and he didn't know what sort of threat had been made, or what had happened, and he wouldn't put it past the Negaverse to have some hand in this.
Beaten up black all stars kicked a rock across the ground as he walked around aimlessly as he waited for his friends, perhaps he could leave them here and just go home on his own or find something else to do; since he was out already.
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Isaiah watched the slow influx of arrivals while he worked on his cigarette. Most looked the part for the concert via punk attire, multicolor mohawks, rivets and metal and piercings and mesh to form the paltry picture of aggrotech. Occasionally he found a few ill-dressed for the encounter - some wore blue jeans and shabby-chic tops, while other sported outfits in the vein of hippy or bohemian attire, and another yet wore very obvious emo skinny jeans and matching makeup. This particular kid had snakebites, which he could appreciate, but the rest of his clothing choices even included a band shirt for an old emo band. Isaiah couldn't quite discern the poor choice of text for printing the band's name.
He wondered about this kid for a time, watching him while he pitifully prowled about, and the others he arrived with scrambled close to read the notices on the door. But this dejected little creature only sulked and skulked - he made no effort to rejoin his friends. And in kicking around one particular rock, he sent it out at such an angle that it struck Isaiah in the leg.
Initially he considered yelling about it, confronting the emo child to see if he could elicit a reaction other than crying. Secondly he thought about playing the victim to coerce an apology. Lastly he wondered if this kid might know of something better to do with his night beyond waiting here and wondering what to do next. At the moment, anything sounded like a proper change of pace. So instead of yelling at the sullen a*****e, Isaiah leaned down to retrieve the rock and approached the boy.
"Hey," he started, cigarette firmly pressed in the corner of his lips. "My leg found your rock." He held up the nondescript rock between index and thumb, with the rest of his fingers fanned out beyond it. Isaiah came to a stop only a few feet from the boy - right on the cusp of his personal bubble. "Paul Behrer," he offered for a name while he handed the rock back to the kid.
"Know anywhere better to go?"
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He hadn't noticed where the rock went once he'd kicked it, just knew it was out of his reach, and so continued on. He wasn't interested in what his friends were doing as he really hadn't wanted to come. Their choices in music were vastly different and thus his lack of care, though he could understand wanting a refund, he wasn't upset over this concert being cancelled. Prodding at the backing of one of his piercings he found himself running painted nails through his bangs, moving them back ward only for them to flop back down moments later.
Startled by the voice he turned his attention on the approaching figure. Tugging down the left sleeve of his hoodie, old and thin as it was, he stared for a moment before noting the rock they held up. "Sorry." Almost a question but not really. He was sorry, but he doubted it had hurt the other.
"Ian Bach." Came the introduction after the other provided his name. Looking about, green eyes lingering on his friends, he finally nodded. "Depends on what you want to do...I know a few places for underground music..." They almost always had some local underground band playing but would the other be interested. "I'm sure other things can be found as well...why?" Where they looking to go do something with him? Or would they take any suggestions he made and just leave? Leaving Ian to wait about for his friends? Than again wasn't he planning to perhaps find a place to go power up and patrol as some way to spend his evening? So did it really matter to the green eyed male? Nope, it shouldn't.
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Isaiah smiled graciously. Hoho, this one didn't catch it. The homonym name to pallbearer found no particular recognition in the boy's face, not that Isaiah minded greatly. He found it a joy to pass some of the more outlandish names by the chance strangers he encountered. And if Destiny City was anything like Chicago, he greatly doubted that he'd encounter this boy more than once.
Isaiah finished his cigarette in a quick drag and dropped the but carelessly. His boot found the remaining filter and crushed it without a thought. Embers cooled as they ground into the sidewalk. "I'm not from around here," he responded as he brushed fingers against his thigh. "I don't know the scenes around these parts. I figure you'd know more of what's playing in this area than I would - and you seem the most approachable of the lot here. Rivetheads are famous for looking like they'd fracture your jaw and curbstomp the rest for trying to have a chat." The lattermost comment was added for its convenience. Isaiah kept careful tabs on the communities he wanted to be a part of, but not any similar ones; if he wanted to pick up anyone from a concert that might appeal to him, checking into the emo scene might be a better idea than simply frequenting another bar.
"Besides, you were looking so terribly sullen over here. Company wouldn't kill either one of us."Hazel eyes grew half-lidded while he looked at the boy.
The look lasted only for a moment. "And I have a car, in case you wanted to ditch your friends over there and go your separate way. Or did you carpool with strangers? Über service, or black car or something..." He shrugged away the possibilities.
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Keeping his eyes on the other he watched as the other finished the cigarette he'd had, eyes flickering down to where the filter was crushed on the ground even. "Oh, so you just moved here. More people seem to be moving away from here rather than to Destiny City." What with the terrorist issues, at least everyone who wasn't involve din the war considered it a terrorist issue. Ian knew better though and knew it was something much more. For a moment he wondered why someone would move here? Wasn't it on tv in other states about the terrorist problems they had in Destiny City? He had wondered, several times in the past, why the government didn't get involved.
"Umm...y-yeah I know some of the underground areas but i-it may not be your sort of music." No, it was likely to be closer to his own sort of taste. But if the other was looking for something to do Ian could show him to one of the local places. "Some of them do look intimidating." To say the least. Some did look just how the other said, like they'd ******** you up and leave you there.
Fiddling with the pen in his pocket he finally let his hand fall out of said pocket, to rest at his side, the pen safely hidden away in one of the front pockets of his hoodie. "Those are friends of mine..." Not that he figured the other would care. But he didn't see the harm in telling him that, filling that little bit of information in. It would be nice to ditch them.,...but they might be here for a while and he didn't care to stay here. It took a moment to decide, what was the worst that could happen? This person turn out to be a Negaverse officer? Well, he was a senshi and could handle himself.
"I'll go with you.."
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"That's exactly why I moved to it," Isaiah countered. He gave a nod toward the sidewalk as intimation for Ian to follow him. "So many people are moving out of Destiny City due to high crime rate and mortality rate and businesses are failing as a result. Since more are leaving, real estate agents drive the price down on rental offices which means moving in becomes dirt cheap, and low gas and electric bills because of the lack of presence in this dead town means I save a whole lot of money in living here. Besides, the pace is much slower than Chicago, and impossibly slower compared to New York. The lack of heavy business flow might drive me nuts from time to time, but it makes for working smarter over harder." And it helps me reestablish myself. There's so much more work left to do.
"I don't care if the venue you pick is my type of music or not. There's still people and dancing involved. Don't be so concerned over my potential enjoyment - that's my responsibility, not yours." But the boy did look young, and Isaiah wondered if Ian hadn't actualized other people's problems as separate from his own. He couldn't imagine a life spent concerning himself over others' needs and ensuring their fulfillment. It sounded trying, exhausting, and uninspiring. The thought warranted no further elaboration.
"Besides, I like quite a few things. It doesn't need to have bass loud enough to bust my ribcage."
Which reminded him - he left the car volume up much too high for inviting strangers to ride with him. That'll be a shocker for poor, meek Ian.
With hands still thrust in jacket pockets, Isaiah gave no outward indication that he pressed the unlock on his car. Headlights on a black charger simply flashed twice, and the door locks sporting blue LEDs sprung up instantly. Isaiah rounded the front of the car, where little more than a foot of space remained between his car and the next, then opened door and took his seat on the driver's side. Most of the car spoke of aftermarket additions of a blue accent theme, down to the anodized blue streak down the bevel in his key. It started to life suddenly, blared out half a second of electronica hell, and he turned the volume down to background noise levels that still offered good vibration through the seats. Or perhaps it was the engine that purred throatily through their bodies; in certain songs, he couldn't tell.
"Where to, Ian?" He asked, fingers tapping lightly on the top of the leather-wrapped steering wheel.
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He had moved to this city because of it's problems? He wanted to question the others sanity, who would move to a city plagued with terrorists? But as the other explained it he understood and it did make some sense, but it still seemed like a dangerous idea to move here. "I suppose that despite being slower the terrorist issue makes this city interesting." Very interesting perhaps. But also this city was dangerous, as he knew first hand.
Walking with the other he reached for a pocket of his hoodie and pulled out his phone. It took a few moments to unlock his phone and pull up a site to check something. Another site looked at and he was nodding. "Alright...there happens to be a small warehouse on the edge of the city, not too far from here, where some of the local underground groups are going to be tonight." He'd heard about it but not looked into the here, he'd just known the groups and the date/time for it till just now. he hadn't planned on going, wanting to not deal with the crowd it would draw. "Pay at the door and it's cheap to get in." Which was good for him, he didn't bring a lot on him but he certainly had enough to get in and enjoy himself as much as he ever did at big things like this.
Closing the websites he locked his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket and continued at the others side as they approached the car. It wasn't what he was expecting, though he didn't know what he'd been expecting really. Black and blue though was a nice color combination, though he was partial to the color blue. Moving around to the passenger side he opened the door and climbed, in buckling up, and looked about. He figured the other had modified things, put his own little touches into the car that you couldn't get from a dealership; no surprise. It was when the car started that he was startled for a moment, wide green eyes looking at the source of the noise - the cd player and radio. Well, someone liked loud music - very loud music. Glad for the volume being turned down, since he'd have to give directions, he refrained from thanking the other as he pointed ahead of them.
"Two blocks straight than make a right."
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"That's something, at least." Isaiah often drove open-palmed on the steering wheel, and did so while his free hand searched a pocket for a vape. Modded, it looked much like a syringe with the cartridge plugged inside, and the scent of Mad Mike's Blind Date left citrus and tropical flavors wafting through the air. He figured against hotboxing Ian with the scent, so he cracked the window to lessen some of its potency.
"The terrorist issue has been great for business, honestly - I can't imagine opening up shop anywhere else. I don't employ as many staff here, ironically, but the business comes at a steadier and more dependable clip. Other places I've had spurts and spikes and that's about all. But don't let me bore you with business." He took another drag from the e-cig, then turned the corner with flatted palm against dappled leather. "Do you know anything about this place?"
Not that they had a great deal of time discussing it - it sounded like the directions led them quite close.
Traffic patterns led them to a standstill right after the turn, as last minute concertgoers and recent escapees clogged up the intersections into thick blocks. Isaiah relied mostly on the car's alignment to keep them in the lane while inching forward, and chose to work on the thermos of tea to his right while he waited. Hazel eyes scanned both sides of the road for some easy side street access to circumvent the flow, but nothing stuck out - and the alleys that he did spot seemed more like delivery alcoves than anything. Those sported their own danger, especially at this time of night - and as he leaned in and peered closer toward a flickering shadow down one of the alleys, he spotted what he thought was a leg.
"See that over there?"
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Watching the other for a moment he turned his gaze ahead of them, to watch where they were going. Listening to him he became more curious and finally Ian asked the question on his mind. "I don't mind the business talk. but what do you do? I mean you make money off the terrorism here but by doing what?" He couldn't think of much, aside from construction to repair damages but it didn't seem like enough of that went on, at least not in some parts of the city. That however required a lot of workers and he had fewer so not likely that.
He'd been watching traffic, the flow of people crossing the street, when the other got his attention and he turned his eyes in the motioning to direction. Down an alley and to...moving shadows and a leg. How interesting and curious. "You can park and we can investigate." He couldn't sense a thing like this, as a civilian, and he was curious if this was something nefarious or something...common. He couldn't tell the other as much but he could really risk finding out that was a youma and power up in front of the other? If they went over there and it was a youma he felt obligated to do something.
Toying with one of his piercings he kept his eyes glued to the alley and the shadows. "It could be some sort of attack...?" He ventured, almost hoping that's what they'd find if they went over - something simple and easy to handle.
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"I run a pawn shop." He wondered if Ian only asked to make conversation or fill the silence. Most people did - it's why he never much elaborated on his work. Ian seemed the quiet and reclusive type, though, so he wagered that silence bothered him little. Why ask, then? Curiosity sounded like a leap. Perhaps there was simply nothing better to talk about. "You wouldn't believe the kind of gems people sell off in the wake of tragedy. They need to recoup money quickly for funeral expenses and building repairs, so I offer them that money in exchange. Some wind up sales while others remain trades and they pay off their loans and move on with their grandmother's precious wedding ring or some other sentiment they traded in. In exchange, I get a story - and interest.
"Of course, the other half of the business prospers too. When someone's house gets destroyed, they need that new TV. And maybe a gun to go with it in case the people who ruined it decide to come back. It's a business that a place like this needs." And I like to go where I'm needed, I suppose.
It's too bad nothing of this 'powered life' rot strikes me as needful.
But Ian seemed more interesting in the shifting darkness down the alley. Isaiah wouldn't have bothered checking it out himself without invitation but he saw no great excuse to turn him down. Besides, traffic looked thick for the next mile - and Isaiah lacked the patience to weather it. Peeling out and pulling over proved relatively easy, while the cars behind him hastily ate through the space left behind. He parked, set the e-break, and retired his e-cig to his pocket. "I picked a shitty day to leave my gun at home," he commented laconically. "If it's an attack, we'll call the police. I'm not interested in playing fisticuffs with the shitstains that plague these parts."
But as Isaiah left the car, even a glance confirmed the nature of the assault - some manner of mantis pinned a girl's shoulders in its serrated grasp while a proboscis protruded from its mouth. The appendage appeared attached to her back, and the girl's expression looked more exhausted than afraid. She did not look pained, and her limbs looked slack. A curious pale fog shimmered around the pair that never appeared in any other area of the alley.
Isaiah did not manifest his panic, but he felt his heart reach his throat almost instantaneously. "... That looks like emergency services is going to think I'm drunk again." Isaiah pulled his cell phone to dial the number, already preparing a believable story to fetch aid.
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A pawn shop, well that made sense then. As the other explained he nodded his head in understanding. People would certainly pawn things over in order to afford repairs and other things which they needed to do due to the issues this city faced. but he felt bad for those people who never got their things back...and it was all because of this war - both sides.
It wasn't that he'd blindly ignored that cost of the war but he'd rather never encountered it, never heard of or thought of people pawning things to afford the costs of the war. He should have, it only made sense, but he'd never thought of it and that bothered him now as he sat there thinking about it. To think of pawning something which meant a lot to him, or his mother pawning something meant a great deal to her, in order to afford something. He couldn't imagine it and thus he felt for those who were in such a position especially if it was to pay for a funeral - that just...hurt to think about.
His less than positive thoughts had been shut down rather quickly by the others decision to check into what was going on in the alley and with a hand in his hoodie he'd followed the other out of the car. His hand gripping his henshin pen just in case it was a youma, which he suspected it was.
When he came up to the others side and his green eyes landed on the praying mantis like youma he felt himself pulling a face. "Ugly..." But there wasn't time to do much as a civilian was obviously in need and Isaiah was about to call the cops. Acting quickly he reached out to stop the other from making the call. "No need, the cops won't and can't do anything anyway. They'd just be the next victims." Which was true. The cops in this city were mostly ineffective, as far as he was concerned, and they would just wind up another meal or two for the youma. <******** was going to have to henshin right here in front of Isaiah and he didn't know if he could trust him at all.
"I really hope you can keep your mouth shut and keep secrets." That was said right before his hand, pen held tightly, came out of his pocket and he held it up a bit and called out those few words he had gotten so used to calling out. "Chaldene, star power - make up." he didn't shout, he didn't hold it up above his head, it was a very odd and embarrassing set of actions but what must be done must be done.
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A hand with painted nails lighted on his cell phone and Isaiah looked up toward the boy. He wanted to ask if he was serious, if he understood that someone might be dying to some kind of strange hallucination he'd never witnessed before, but the look of urgency in the youth's eyes confirmed that, yes, he was quite aware of the situation and how to handle it. Next victims. Haven't heard too much about the police taking it in the shorts from these creature features, but I suppose they wouldn't be too quick to publish those without hero stories. So who was supposed to take care of problems like these? People like Aegir, like Methone?
Ian's acerbic remark nearly netted one of his own before he saw a pen pulled from pocket and a transformation sequence started. It looked similar to Ida's in the surfeit of sparkles and brilliance that revolved around pirouettes and petulance. Isaiah hissed between his teeth and spared a glance at the traffic behind; most of the slow-moving drivers kept their gaze ahead. None looked like they paid much attention to the sparkling lightshow occurring in the alleyway. "********," he cursed under his breath. Isaiah supposed that he'd be expected to help if the boy knew he was a page, so the choice came that he could sit back and play the helpless civilian or actually chip in.
Playing the helpless civilian sounded much too tempting, given that he could use Ian's alter-ego as a bargaining chip to get what he wanted. But what could he expect out of a kid? A waste it was, and it placed the boy in jeopardy needlessly.
Finally Isaiah ducked behind one of the dumpsters to concentrate on thought of his ring, the familiar smooth bone nearly weightless on his finger. No pomp and circumstance occurred from his transformation, and the older man soon emerged as Scholomance, though he looked every bit as perturbed that this curious situation was happening. Ian, or Chaldene if what he said was any indication, looked quite ready to start in on the creature.
Which, apparently, took notice of them both. It chittered from its mandibles and turned unblinking eyes on the pair, then turned about to brandish both serrated claws to ward off its attackers. It did not, however, make an attack just yet - which Scholomance found both fortuitous and curious.
"So how are you supposed to handle these things, then? I don't suppose you have a can of magical Raid?" The corners of his mouth tugged downward toward a frown or a grimace - he wasn't certain which.
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He had been ready to tell the other to stand back, leave if he wanted to, but the other had vanished to duck behind some trash? At least he was out of the way and he could handle the youma, right now he wished he had something other than wisps for his form of magic. Rolling his green eyes he was surprised to feel a Page and than...well now that was interesting.
Laughing he shook his head. "I wish. Unfortunately I wasn't given a magical can of that and not all these things come in bug form." He said with a shrugging of his shoulders. "Just means magic and the old fashioned way are needed." First for a little distraction though...than he'd handle the harder part of the fight, magic was easy at this point.
"I'll get him away from the person." He didn't know where the monster would wind up going but he'd follow. "Just don't get in his way...he's gonna wind up looking like he's drunk." Or something similar. Chasing after things only he could see and hear - it was amusing if nothing else. Both hands came up and fingers linked together in a familiar manner and he blew over the tips of his fingers while calling his attack. "Chaldene Wisp's Secret." Sending off the little wisps of blue energy he turned his attention to the knight to look him over. "Doesn't look bad. I'm surprised though." He hadn't figured someone new to the city, or that this man, was involved in the cities less than pleasant war. Was he knew? Noticing the symbols he nodded his head once, more to himself than the other, his attention going back to the youma. "Saturn. Better than some of the pink and fluffy outfits I've heard of running about the city."
Sailor Scout Attack: Chaldene Wisp Lure. Raising his hands, much like a child would when imitating a gun with their hands, Chaldene blows at the tip sending little wisps of blue energy at his opponent. These little wisps of energy would appear to do nothing at first, as they'd vanish upon "impact" with the opponent. But then the opponent would start seeing a wisp of light just in their peripheral and it would last twenty seconds. This wisp flashing in and out of being and in slightly different places, it would certainly be enough to distract most people. And that's all it is - a distraction, a distraction which can be used twice per battle.
If Chaldene is attacked the spell is broken and if the opponent is attacked it breaks the spell as well, snapping their attention to where it needs to be, for obvious reasons. If someone attacks the wisp it does nothing, the wisp will simply reform - it is after all just a wisp of light that vanishes and reappears anyway.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Chaldene Wisp's Secret. This attack would go the same as above only this time the attack would last thirty seconds each time it's used and could now be used three times per battle. The significant difference however is that this time a person isn't simply distracted by the wisps appearing and vanishing only to reappear. But they are compelled, by magic and whispered words of encouragement, to look toward the wisps.
The same things can break the spell as before only now when the spell is broken the opponent would feel slightly confused and perhaps even a little disoriented.
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"I'm glad you're comfortable enough with these situations to chat about outfits and the like, but I find the presence of a monstrous insect a little too unnerving. It's a touch hard to relax into shooting the s**t when you're wondering when one of those arms is going to razor someone's head off." Despite his vitriol, Scholomance was uncertain how to proceed. Should the two of them approach and start punching it out like some tired rerun of The Transporter? The senshi used some type of magic in this instance that he watched float toward the creature, but he knew not what to do as followup.
The last time he needed to fight someone, Isaiah was part of an underworld scene. He learned quite quickly that leaving the area proved a better, safer deterrent than standing about waiting for the fists to fly. He imagined that logic would be frowned upon here, but he wasn't particularly interested in sticking his neck out for a stranger.
Life had its moments, though he preferred to stay upright.
"What's that going to do to it?" His gesticulations indicated the wisps and the monster. A wordless answer came about when the creature turned from its prey toward nothing in particular and attempted to follow it. Scholomance watched while the overgrown bug tottered and skittered about the alleyway, head cocked as if in study. He couldn't begin to guess what it was doing - but he imagined that it related to the senshi's magic.
"That's a trick," he commented offhand. "Should we take the girl and run? Or are you still planning on assaulting that thing?" He much preferred the thought of leaving this creature to someone in possession of guns; punching it out seemed a far less effective measure to enact here.
