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[h3][color=9e0b0f]YESHUA HOROWITZ[/color][/h3]

Yeshua had been staring for far too long, and he was very aware of that fact. Everyone else had moved on, and he was alo-- 

But his overwhelming fear of taking a step was suddenly overridden with confusion, as a mass of purple, black and red dashed over to him and lifted him with no ease. He was like a feather in the breeze, except the breeze was . . . awfully tight and had him questioning whether he wanted to be let go. To be honest, it wasn't the introduction Yeshua wanted. The Angel wasn't his focus anymore - those UN fighters had pulled away, probably because the target was destroyed. He was free. That loneliness was erased, only Ms. Katastrophe holding him tightly. What a feeling; he would savour --

Not this time, either. What once grabbed him threw him like a parcel of goods that fragility meant little, and he landed straight on an angry boy, much larger than he. Taro seemed perturbed by his abrupt entry, as if they weren't actually going to be working together to save the world. And the boy beside him was even more so caught in a tantrum. 

God, what a bunch of a freakazoids, Yeshua thought. 

His immediate movement from on top of Taro must have been welcome, but less welcome were the introduction of cruciform explosions behind them. The Angel was still alive, and practically unhurt. They had to start moving, now. But he wasn't driving; the people at the front were in control now. Yeshua had started to doubt his usefulness, as the two boys became enraged. All he could do is be driven. His job - to save the Earth - was in jeopardy. 

Hopefully he won't be sacked.[/center]