"I reckon that boy'll be on his hands and knees thanking us when we wrest him from that witch's grasp," Luke interjected, slowly hobbling his way across the war-room. Looked like he was joining the fight as well, despite the fact that he wasn't too capable. He glanced at Jenso, pulling the strap on his newly-constructed lightning rifle with a sly smirk. "Good to see that we seem in high spirits, at any rate."