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Post by JW% on Dec 30, 2013 22:06:17 GMT -8
Krylov advanced on Ryan, ignoring Lyra who had said something about a broken arm. That meant, to Krylov at least, that unless she was one of the zombies that didn't notice these little bits of damage, that she was out of the fight and not going to get involved. He didn't even know how he'd injured her, not having felt her on top of him when he threw the tarp off.
No, the boy with the spear was the worst threat at the moment. That thing could, in theory, pierce his suit and actually injure the man inside. If he could make it past the medical steel ribcage and breast bone. "And if I had the resources he had? If I knew how to make that armor you're wearing?" Austin had already proven that while stronger, Krylov armor was not nearly as protective as their body suits. "You think I like this abomination suit? But it's power. It's what lets me win, what lets me have a chance to spread the cure, when it's found. I will be here when the cure is found, and I will be on top! I will not be beaten by miserable baby experiments!"
He lunged forward again, bringing his wounded hand up to grab at Ryan. The spear met his suit of flesh and drove in, coming out the other side of it's massive hand, even as the fingers tried to close around Ryan's arms.
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 30, 2013 22:10:28 GMT -8
He felt the spear penetrate the hand, and for a second got excited that he'd gone through. Feeling the hand grip his arms, he pulled heavily. He was able to break free no problem - but immediately stumbled a little bit, fumbling with and dropping the spear. Having little chance to reflect on just how embarrassing that was, he reached down to grab it as quickly as he could - albeit, that was leaving himself very open to further attack.
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Post by JW% on Dec 30, 2013 22:31:28 GMT -8
Krylov was a little surprised that the spear fell out of his hand so easily after the sword stuck until he had pulled it out himself. But then Ryan had pulled it out himself, and the fingers on that arm, still leaking hydraulic fluids from the cut Austin had made, hadn't closed near fast enough to grab the boy.
It had, however gotten Ryan into a bad position. The spear was slippery with the false blood from the injury to the hand... actually less like blood and more like a clear slime this time. The spear had pierced a vein of preserving fluid, and the sharp scent of antibacterial gel filled the air. So as Ryan reached down to pick up his slippery weapon, the larger man advanced with a low sweeping strike, using his faster arm this time. The blow caught Ryan in the ribcage, or rather his armor plates that protected his rib cage, and lifted him into the air. Ryan had just enough sense to notice that he'd hit the ceiling, and that his spear was well out of his reach now.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 31, 2013 18:06:26 GMT -8
Lyra followed after Ryan, "Ryan no!" she said as she saw Krylov hurt him, "GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
And to her bafflement... she began sparking.
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Post by Penny Royals on Dec 31, 2013 19:55:12 GMT -8
The blow knocked the air out of his lungs when it hit him at full force. For a few seconds everything was very strange - he felt nothing, until he felt his back and head collide with the ceiling, his neck whipping back and forth. And then he just found himself on the floor, several feet away, his helmet pressing against his cheeks and his eyes fluttering, trying to readjust and figure out what the hell just happened.
That was when Lyra reacted, cries of his name bouncing down the tunnel, and that brought him more towards the moment. He started trying to push himself up - what if she needed help?
But that was when he saw the sparks behind Krylov. He watched her, in her rage, transfixed.
...Why was she sparking?
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Dec 31, 2013 19:58:59 GMT -8
"...You... you get away from him you monster..." Lyra growled, unsheathing her knife, and holding it clumsily in her left hand. The sparking intensified.
She wasn't entirely sure what was causing it... was her suit malfunctioning?
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Post by JW% on Jan 1, 2014 1:10:47 GMT -8
Krylov sighed through clenched teeth. He'd thought that the girl claiming to have a broken arm had been out of the fight, but she seemed to be wanting a beating like the other three had just gotten. Alright, fine. He wasn't done with that boy in red, he looked like he was going to get up again, even disarmed, but it didn't matter. It wasn't like the kids were going to surprise him or something. They seemed to want to just distract him from one to the next, letting him beat them down one at a time easily. In a way it made him very annoyed. These children beat the zombies? Just how worthless were the zombies if they could be taken out with pathetic forces. Still, simple minds and stupid tactics seemed to beat mindlessness.
Well, that was at an end. "Fine. As long as he stays down, and stays out of my way. I have what I came for." Krylov growled turning to face Lyra, a little surprised to see that the girl was crackling with electrical power. Sparks jumped off of her in a faint nimbus, and her dagger seemed to be channeling it. The arcs of electricity seemed to be gathering in it's blade. "You've all cost me quite a bit of resources, carving them up like that." He noted the servo-corpses that Austin and Zeph had dismantled. "You children have no respect for the dead. How are you doing that?"
"... s rssspct..." Austin gasped, on his knees behind Lyra, and trying to get up for another round despite having a hard time breathing. "T... let... them rest..." He managed to slur out. He wanted to sob, to cry from the pain, but he couldn't draw enough breath to do so, making it hurt more and driving him in a spiral of suffering. At this point he couldn't even see Lyra, he just somehow felt she was right there in the fight with him, with Zeph and Ryan having been knocked a bit away from the fight. They could get back in easily enough... if they could get up of course...
Krylov glared at Lyra through his own helmet, studying the electrical build up. Did she have some kind of generator in that suit? Where? The suit was just a few plates of plastic and spandex. Was it implanted in her? Again where? The amperage had to be low, it didn't seem to be interfering too much with her muscles...
One thing was sure, Lyra had completely thrown away any advantage she might have had, and striking the frankenstein abomination from behind with her bionic dynamo for a surprise knock out blow was out of the question.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jan 1, 2014 1:18:30 GMT -8
Well, it was obvious by now, as Krylov turned to her, that she needed some form of help. Even if that help meant that he might get hurt more... well, that was a risk he was willing to take for her right now.
He mustered up his strength - he wasn't nearly as injured as Austin, after all - and pushed himself to a kneeling position, gripping the wall to get himself to stand. It was on wobbly legs, but it would do for now.
With whatever sort of Ben-inspired determination he had, he made a dash for his spear. Luckily this time, he was able to grab it, even if he was back on his knees and dragging himself onto his feet again as he spoke.
"H-hey, Krylov!" He tried to shout, but his voice came out shorter, still working on breathing. "We're not finished yet."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jan 1, 2014 1:23:27 GMT -8
"Ryan no! You're hurt!" Lyra said, "Don't hurt him you asshole, or I'll... I'll kill you!"
The sparking got even worse, turning into actual electrical bolts.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jan 1, 2014 1:34:23 GMT -8
"So're you!" He replied back to her, his voice sharp and eyes surprisingly intense. "I can still fight! I'm going to keep you safe somehow!"
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Post by JW% on Jan 1, 2014 1:44:07 GMT -8
The spear was where Ryan had dropped it, on the ground at Krylov's feet. So when the boy shouted the mad doctor brought his foot, or rather the boot made of flesh and prosthetic parts stitched together, down on the haft of the spear, keeping the boy disarmed even as he drug himself onto his feet to protest.
"Very touching boy, but the little sparkler said that you were to stay down. Otherwise, we won't be finished until I have all of you on a dissection table." Krylov growled, swinging his suits massive arm around in a swing to knock Ryan flat once more. The trouble with doing this was that the shoulders were so wide on the abomination of an augmentation suit that he couldn't see behind him. He'd have to turn sideways to keep but Lyra and Ryan in the corners of his eyes.
Austin had managed to get himself into a crouch. He wasn't sure why there seemed to be bolts of electricity flying through the air. They didn't seem to be doing anything really, not yet at least, even if for a moment or two they seemed to be the size of his arm, jumping from the pickup truck to Lyra and to the pipes on the walls...
All Austin could process right now was that he had to get back into the fight. His feet were under him now, even if he couldn't stand, he could at least throw himself forward. So, with a battle cry that was more of a strained croak through tormented lungs, he launched himself at the pickup truck, grabbing the side of it the leverage his momentum into a full body kick to the back of Krylovs neck. Or where the neck on the human riding the abomination would be... there were layers of muscles and plastic and steel making up the shoulder blades in the way.
It was still enough to make Krylov stagger as Austin hit full force from behind.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jan 1, 2014 1:58:24 GMT -8
"None of us! are going to end up on your dissection table!" Lyra shrieked, making a jab at Kryllov with her knife, seeing that Austin had stunned him for a moment.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jan 1, 2014 2:01:25 GMT -8
The slap - it was sort of like a backhand with a full arm - sent the blonde reeling off to the side. This time, however, he didn't fall to the ground, gripping the back end of the truck to keep himself from dropping down to his knees. He looked up to see what had made Krylov stagger - and his eyes immediately bolted open.
"Austin!" He cried out, completely unsure what to do, and terrified for his friend's safety. Austin seemed the most heavily injured... but he was still fighting.
The blonde boy moved away from the truck, back to be closer to Krylov, determined now to do SOMETHING to keep his friends safe- even if he wasn't armed- wait.
He lifted out his phaser, moving to stand in front of Krylov, aiming it for his legs and as far away from both Lyra and Austin as he could before shooting.
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Post by JW% on Jan 1, 2014 2:23:58 GMT -8
Austin fell limp to the floor of the tunnel, sliding down the back of the suit, and the side of the truck. He whimpered a little on the ground, still hurting, and couldn't think of how to get from this position into a useful one.
Lyra shrieked and lunged forward, driving her blade into Krylov's already damaged arm. The muscles in it went into spasms, and Krylov himself bellowed in pain as his controls jerked his real arm about, wrenching it around in convulsions.
From the other side Ryan unloaded bolt after bolt of burning energy into the leg. Between the high energy particle beam and the electrical surges, the tunnel was being filled with the smell of cooking flesh.
Ryan didn't even see Krylov's one good hand descend on him with a blow that swung him around and smashed him into Lyra. The two children were caught between the two arms of the suit as it over balanced and started to topple forward onto them.
Lyra and Ryan were pinned in the stinking, half burned suit as Krylov ejected through the back, pushing aside the shoulder blades and spinal column. The mad doctor let the suit pin them in place underneath, and staggered over to the truck, gripping his arm.
"Drive!" He commanded, an the last animated corpse in the drivers seat pressed the accelerator. Krylov's outfit was soaked in fluids known only to the medical community, fluids that were now covering Lyra and Ryan as the damaged hulk pinned them to the floor.
Austin made a feeble attempt to grasp at Krylov's pants leg, but the ichor covered cloth slipped from his grasp as Krylov, favoring the arm that had been injured form Lyra's non-fatal stabbing and lightning burst, climbed onto the bed of the truck. For his troubles Austin got a kick to the helmet, half hearted and nowhere near the strength that the frankenstein suit had struck Zeph with.
The truck rolled down the tunnel, picking up speed on the straight downhill stretch, leaving Austin laying on the floor, with Lyra and Ryan pinned in a rigor mortis locked bearhug, and Zeph further up the tunnel.
"This isn't over!" Krylov told them as he fled. "I'll see you... experiments... ended!"
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Post by Penny Royals on Jan 2, 2014 0:56:22 GMT -8
Underneath the body of the giant, after having slammed into Lyra, Ryan felt dizzy and exhausted and probably a whole conglomeration of other adjectives that all amount to 'fucked up.' But he also felt a strange burning sensation somewhere in the general area of his chest, the same one he'd felt after bursting through the glass of their pods and seeing Lyra rolling down to the salt flats in pain - the sensation that made him feel that he just had to do something.
He drew up a surprising amount of will, summoning the strength to start twisting and squirming himself out of the underneath of the body. It wasn't too hard, and Lyra getting out would probably be easier - the two of them together was the main issue, rather than the massive size of the suit.
Once out, he picked up his spear, and started sprinting down the tunnel as fast as he could.
Of course, he didn't get too far before his will depleted, and his body came back in control. His lungs tightened, and he dropped back to the ground, breathing heavily.
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Post by JW% on Jan 2, 2014 1:02:20 GMT -8
The truck had to drive a fair distance down the stormdrain, as even after it came out into the open air there was no 'off ramp' for it to escape out of, and the concrete walls continued on either sides. So as Ryan dropped to the ground he still saw the ping of Lucy's tracking devise ahead of him. Far ahead of him. And drawing more distant, fainter and fainter.
"Mister Stark." The familiar voice in his helmet sounded once he came out into the stars. "Report. What happened?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Jan 2, 2014 1:17:28 GMT -8
"-We lost them!" The words came out in a huff, and Oz would be able to tell from his voice just how upset he was. "They have Lucy... they had a... a suit of armor... made from dead body parts... We took it down... but they got away... Damn it!" His hands were balled into fists, his breaths were short, and hot, frustrated tears were starting to well down from his eyes. "We did something stupid and wrong, and we need to still save her and bring her back in one piece, but we're all injured and..."
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Post by JW% on Jan 2, 2014 22:25:15 GMT -8
"Mister Stark!" The voice over the headset was more sharp and directed than loud, but it was accompanied with a surge from Ryans implant, shocking him with pain like a slap in the face. "You will calm down. Get your breathing under control and get a grip on yourself my boy."
There was a pause as Oz let Ryan recover a bit, giving him enough time to catch his breath before the voice returned. "Now. I detected that the power crystal was planted and reactivated her tracking beacon. The beacon is now moving. And there was a power surge recently, leaving all of your biometrics weakened. Now that I have a link I fear Miss Harrison may be seriously injured. The readings indicate a very strange anomaly. That is why I need you calm. Tell me what has transpired."
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Post by Penny Royals on Jan 2, 2014 22:39:32 GMT -8
"Yes Sir..." Like a scolded child, he quickly righted himself, calming himself down and listening as Oz spoke. When he replied, his voice was softer and more placid. "We got to the funeral home, no problem, we got the crystal on her, we left. We ended up down here in the storm drains - someone had taken her body almost immediately after we left. There was this big truck they were carrying her in, and a few zombies, and on the top... Dr. Krylov was up there, and he was in a giant suit made out of dead body parts. He'd thrown Lyra off the side, and her arm got messed up, and then Austin fought him and Austin got hurt real bad... Krylov used him sort of like a club to knock Z down the tunnel. He attacked me and Lyra, and he threw me pretty hard, adn then Lyra started sparking, like, little bolts of electricity just kinda... surrounding her... Austin got back up and we were able to take out the suit, but Krylov and the truck with Lucy in it got away..."
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Post by JW% on Jan 2, 2014 23:03:48 GMT -8
"Mister Lee's armor is reading as still being whole, though he is having respiration problems. He may need assistance. Tell him tell him to calm down and take slow steady breaths and move as little as possible until he can breath again. I don't believe there is anything immediate that can be done for his pain. I am more concerned with Miss Harrison's... display. I am not sure if she is even conscious. Assess the teams condition. Can the team return to the command center? Or do you not trust your ability to travel? I will inform the authorities about the abduction of Miss Grace, but if you are all injured you need to recover."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jan 6, 2014 19:27:22 GMT -8
Lyra collapsed to the ground, gave a few last sparks and then settled down. She rolled into a small ball and started crying,
"I'm so sorry!" she said, "I... I don't know whats wrong with me. I'm so scared..."
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Post by Penny Royals on Jan 6, 2014 22:16:50 GMT -8
Oz would simply hear a breathless, "She's awake," before it would shut off as he ran back into the tunnel to her side.
"It's okay! Don't be sorry... I don't know what's wrong either, we'll figure it out, though... I promise." Staying next to her, he looked back over to Austin. "Are you okay there, man? Oz said not to move - just rest and take deep breaths, okay? Focus on keeping everything steady."
And then there was the issue of Z. He hadn't seen where she'd flown off to... was she okay? Was she even conscious?
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Post by JW% on Jan 6, 2014 22:19:41 GMT -8
Austin lay there and croaked at Ryan's helpful suggestion, then wheezed at Lyra supportively, while not getting up.
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Post by mekasoundwave on Jan 30, 2014 22:43:22 GMT -8
The sound of footsteps and metal scraping against concrete echoed through the tunnel as Zephyrine limped down the tunnel toward her partners. She was clutching at her side and she dragged her hammer behind her. Augments or not, that was a pretty brutal beating she'd taken. She wasn't gonna just shrug that off and no sell it.
But the pain wasn't the first thing on Z's mind. That would hopefully be gone soon enough. The mission was on her mind. They-she had failed. Now that monster of a man had Lucy's corpse.
Zeph angrily muttered one barely audible word as she closed the gap with her team:
"Fuck!"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jan 30, 2014 22:58:39 GMT -8
"I'm so sorry Zeph, I... I should of been stealthy. I was just so scared for Ryan I wssn't thinking straight... and now, now he has Lucy, and who knows what they'll do to her!" Lyra said. She began sparking again as she cried harder.
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Post by JW% on Jan 31, 2014 17:28:58 GMT -8
"Whhheeee..." Austin wheezed, having taken a moment or two to catch his breath. He still hurt like hell, he couldn't think of any time he'd hurt this much... but then he'd blanked out most of the time he'd spend in the desert after having his skin melted off of him. Besides, this was an entirely different kind of pain. "Whe nnnddd..." Felt like his lungs had collapsed and who in the hell designed armor without a guard for the solar plexus? All the hard parts covered the ribcage, while a blow to the stomach, which their suits kept flexible instead of armor plating, could drive the air from your lungs just as painfully.
"...need... to catch up..." Austin managed as he pulled his sword from where it was embedded and considered standing up. "We... got bikes... the tracker..." Nope, not standing up just yet. "Haven't lost... gonna be okay Lyra... haven't lost..."
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Post by Penny Royals on Feb 7, 2014 20:21:56 GMT -8
He was relieved to see Zeph start coming back, even though she was just as injured as the rest of them.
"It's not your fault," he quickly told Lyra, resting his hand on her shoulder and trying not to let the small static shocks going into his hand affect him as he listened to Austin. "We can't let them get away with her, we all know that... but..." He sighed, and moved from Lyra to go and help lift him up, resting the taller boy's arm across his shoulders to heave him to his feet with considerable difficulty. "Let's... go find the bikes. With our trackers, we might still be able to find them... but if we get ambushed or something, we have to get out of there, okay? We can't risk getting any of us any more injured than we are right now."
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Post by JW% on Feb 7, 2014 21:40:18 GMT -8
"There you are." Oz's voice came into their heads as soon as they were out of the tunnel, even though they were still in the 'river' with concrete sides that extended a good ten or more feet high.
"Children, your activities have not gone entirely without notice of the local authorities. A recent anonymous call was placed regarding a group of brightly colored delinquents on motorcycles are vandalizing the funeral home. I suggest that you leave the area immediately."
Austin had caught enough of his breath back that while he was walking supporting the others who had been supporting him(and twitching occasionally as Lyra shocked him), he could stand on his own and separated himself from the group. "I don't know how long this canal goes, but our bikes are back that way, so..." He stepped back, taking a moment to size up the wall and psyche himself up. He still hurt, but now it was no longer like a collapsed lung and he could breath without fear that his lungs would break his ribs(or his ribs would puncture his lungs, a mental image that was quite far from the truth of his injury).
He made a two step run at the wall and put his all into the jump. He didn't make it all the way up, but he certainly jumped a lot higher than any boy his size should. Not to mention one who was still unsteady on his feet. Then came the most impressive part: He scrambled against a shear surface the rest of the distance until he could grab the edge of the concrete wall, finally managing to pull himself up. The fact that he managed to get any purchase at all seemed impossible given how smooth the wall was. He was panting as he rolled around and looked down at them, the helmet concealing his silly triumphant grin. Bracing himself, he leaned over and reached an arm out to help the next one who wanted to climb out.
"If you intend to reclaim your motorcycles, I suggest that on arrival Miss Harrison immediately drink the supplied water. I also suggest that she eat the candies in the MREs." Oz's voice continued once Austin had put on his show and was helping the rest up the wall. "I will then instruct someone on how to slave her motorcycle to their controls so you can drive her back to the base when she passes out. Her suit tells me that her body has exhausted itself in a manner that is not humanly possible. She is currently, and I hope you will not find humor in this unintended pun, in shock. I do not foresee her having functional activity in another ten or fifteen minutes time, and I can not recommend her being allowed to drive. She will likely be feeling nausea very soon from low blood sugar, and will suffer a failure of vision and dexterity as soon as her adrenaline levels return to normal. I can not stress the urgency of finding somewhere to care for her and allow her food, drink and rest. She needs to recharge her energies, and I would like very much if she could do that in the safety of the command center."
"But... we need to chase after them..." Austin protested weakly. "While the trails still hot... didn't you say the tracker wouldn't last long?"
"You are in no condition to fight, and I am particularly concerned about Miss Harrison's well being at this juncture." Oz retorted, though he allowed the argument.
"But we had to have taken out most of his zombies..." The three of them had dealt with a number of the corpses in the funeral home and the tunnel below, plus they were getting pretty good at dealing with that kind of thing. "...and Lyra killed the suit..." Austin pointed out that Krylov had been forced to abandon his one functional weapon in the tunnels as well in order to escape. A weapon that was implied to be a prototype and that he would not have any replacement for. "He's just a bully in a truck now." And Austin had dealt with exactly that kind of thing when he'd saved his little brother.
Oz was silent for a moment. "Which of you is willing to take responsibility for leading this mission?" He finally asked. "As I sent you, I asked that you work it out amongst yourselves. Who is it?"
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Post by mekasoundwave on Feb 8, 2014 22:21:22 GMT -8
The team was up and over the wall and Oz had given them a briefing on just what the hell was going on now. This night was far from over and the team had a pretty big choice to make.
"Well, whoever's leading and taking Lyra back to base better make their mind up pretty quick," Z said. "Because we don't know where the hell that truck's going, but we know wherever it's headed can't be good and it's headed there fast. I think I should be one of the ones to go after the truck, considering I'm in...okay-ish shape. Better than Lyra and better than Austin, no offense."
Zeph looked over at Ryan.
"How about you, Ryan? You okay? I kind of missed being able to see much of the fight, so I don't know how messed up or not you are."
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Post by Penny Royals on Feb 8, 2014 22:25:15 GMT -8
"I'm... in decent shape. Better than these two, at least." He scrambled up the wall with the rest of them, making sure that their bikes were still where they left them - they were, but probably not for much longer. Absent-mindedly his hand went to Lyra to keep her steady as Oz spoke. "Alright. So, Lyra definitely has to go back, and someone has to escort her... Austin, do you want to take a little bit more of a breather?"
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