Crossbow: that looks painful. You need help with those?
*Caesar, prosthetics fixed, walks over*
Caesar: you gotta do it quickly.
*Caesar rips one out of her back*
Crossbow: Jesus, man. It's not just something you just do like that!
*Caesar, unphased, goes for another, but Crossbow stops him*
Crossbow: can you not? Let's bring her to the infirmary, where professional hands can perform it.
Caesar: I have professional hands!
*He yanks another out*
[b]The Dancer yelps again, this time proceeding to punch Caesar. It's not really a punch, though. Atleast, a rather weak one. This shows just how much of a good person she was before turning into what she was...[/b]
Caesar: fine, fine, I'll stop. Crossbow, can you get her to the infirmary?
Crossbow: Yup. If you follow me, Ma'am, we can make this as painless as possible.
*Crossbow begins walking towards the Dojo. Cyan stays behind with Yhorn, pulling out bullets and arrows while he's unconscious*
[spoiler]YHORN?! ITS VORDT![/spoiler]
[b]The Dancer follows weakly.
Ornstein and Smough must be asleep or gone, since they haven't even left their apartment.
Vordt has stayed behind.[/b]
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