Jericho didn't reply to Xerox, but he did pick up the grenades. He wasn't sure that they had the same oomph as what Phillips was using did, but concussive force was concussive force and he wasn't about to complain. Nodding to his partner, the pair waited until Xerox had started working on the road, and subsequently attracted the majority of the worms, to make a break across the sand towards the vehicle. Every few seconds, they'd toss concussion grenades off to one side or another to throw the worms off of them and to buy Xerox some breathing room, but the pair had their share of close calls, Jericho almost lost a leg.

Still, the crazy, unshared idea was paying off in it's own way, it limited the amount of exposure the two groups had to the worms since they were too busy deciding which group they wanted to eat more and which was easier to chase. And that's when they weren't going for the fakes that were really grenades. Eventually, the pair reached the vehicle, panting. [color=Gold]"Let's never do that again, agreed?"[/color]

Phillips panted a little more before speaking and agreeing. [color=Brown]"Agreed. But you can't say you didn't get your exercise."[/color] Jericho just gasped out a chuckle and continued his panting while waiting for the others.