[He's got something in his hand, translucent and blue, more like the idea of a weapon than anything solid, but it's sharp enough to cut through these things. The bright green of Jessica's not-SPH gives him enough of a shield that he can catch his breath for a second, turn his head to get an actual look at the battlefield instead of just trying to guess what's on his blind side.
It's not good.]
You fly out of here, I'll try and meet up with you later.
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It's not good.]
You fly out of here, I'll try and meet up with you later.