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Tom's casual float over the rubble where the dead ogres now lay didn't last very long. Partly because of the stench that was radiating off the pile of debris like a heat, and partly because he realised as he looked over that the situation was becoming a lot more urgent by the second. There were a lot more ogres than he had previously thought, and Blake was having a tougher time with that particularly aggressive vermile than someone who had superpowers really should be having. Tom thought that, if it was him, that annoying little bitey thing would probably be flying through the air right now. But he was definitely glad that it wasn't him, because from all reports he had encountered, vermite bites hurt like a motherfucker. 

Tom landed next to the others as the remaining ogres began to close in. He was mentally preparing a strategy involving making one ogre tip over, then having that ogre fall onto the others like some kind of dominoes. He was trying to remember high school physics to try and work out whether this plan would actually work, when Blake suddenly decided to take things upon himself. There suddenly in the air was a spectacular looking flame phoenix. It seemed like ogres were afraid of kites as well as phoenixes, because the crowd of leftovers then went running in the other direction. But they were not fast enough, because Blake then proceeded to absolutely massacre the ogres with his phoenix. Tom put his hands on his hips, impressed. 

At least he was impressed until he stepped forward to get a better look then got a face full of ash and smoke as Blake retired the phoenix. Tom coughed and spluttered, rubbing his face trying to get as much off as possible. [color=SteelBlue]"Son of a bitch!"[/color] He exclaimed, glancing up at his hair, which was no longer impeccably faux-messy, but which was now actually messy. But that wasn't really a concern. He heard a thud and looked down at his best friend, who had just unexpectedly collapsed to the ground. Tom looked concerned, but he wasn't nearly as concerned as Jamie, who was beginning to get quite upset. 

Tom knelt down next to Blake, and put his finger on his neck. Not that he didn't trust Rumi to check, but he just wanted to personally be sure. He looked back up at Jamie. [color=SteelBlue]"Don't worry, , Rumi is right, he's not dead... Unless I've totally fucked up that pulse reading... Nah, he's not. But we should probably get moving. Rumi, you can grab his legs."[/color] 

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