Abel's eyes cracked open, and the hand of Robert was the first thing they beheld. Reaching down to help up someone fallen was a selfless act, and one the guardian could really do with right now.

None of that crossed his mind. To him, hot anger came in the wake of fear. Announcing “Flying sucks hard,” he slapped away Roberts hand rudely and then rose to his feet too quickly. For a second he saw stars as the sudden motion messed with his head, but when he composed himself he stood more than an inch taller than the teen that would have helped him. A frigid frown plastered the guardian's face. “Don't need your pity. Need less dickheads. You're not helping there.” His azure eyes glared into Robert's red, though he was somewhat conscious of the fact that this guy had done absolutely nothing deserve this.

Interrupting the tense moment, the Ampere slipped down through the trees overhead and embedded itself in the ground a few feet away. Glad for an excuse to go away, Abel sauntered over and pulled it up with one hand. Without saying anything -or even turning to face them- he began to hastily stagger away, his obvious intention to left Robert and Priscilla behind.