[h1][color=firebrick]Gerald Pithers[/color][/h1]
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"WOHHH..." Gerald called out, "QUIZZICAL VAGABONDS HOPPIN' THIS WAY, THAT WAY, MAKIN' ME 'EAD SPIN..."

Quite a tizzy Saaria had spun herself into. Fire and bones and rags flying everywhere. No jolly feelings here to be found. Still, Gerald was about halfway assembled, and he could feel his legs nearby. They had to keep going, or... Saaria had to, at least.

Wouldn't do at all her being knocked out cold.

"OH, COME ON RICHARD, UP AN' AT 'EM! YEH STILL GOT ME GAMS TO COLLECT!"

Shortly after he made his request, Saaria arose. But not to continue her retaliation against the Taken. She seemed to stumble away, blank expression and lazy movements, attempting to depart from the battle.

"OI." Gerald called out, still fastened to her back. "OI!"

She didn't respond.

"NOT THE TOIME FEH A PISS BREAK, RICHARD!" Gerald called out, slamming the back of his skull against the back of Saaria's head.

Repeatedly.

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