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[indent][indent][indent]Everything was a blur of motion. For a second, Sloane was assured that he’d be dead sooner rather than later. A thought roiled in the back of his mind. [color=#dc143c][i]They better leave my face alone. I do want an open casket funeral.[/i][/color] It was selfish and stupid, but it wasn’t cowardly. He didn’t regret his decision.

It was then that a series of things happened very rapidly. The man he’d been helping gained footing and took one of the creatures down before exhausting himself. The other two were knocked off-kilter, allowing Sloane to take a few steps out of their swiping range. He gripped his bat tighter, ready to take swings to get the guy out of that situation. Much like Sloane, the odds were against him, but considering the fact that the other man was his own draft horse—he’d look like a piece of chicken shit in Sloane's eyes if he wasn’t fighting the Drunn Soldiers. Then there was another person, seemingly unbothered by the goings-on, but still wary about her surroundings. She instructed Sloane to leave. For a moment, he almost rebuffed against that notion. Who was to tell him [i]what?[/i] But common sense poked its head in and reminded him that he was in a life or death situation with only a bat and his good looks. 

There was then a flash of purple, and the bossy woman was now a… was now a ranger. [i]Oh shit,[/i] she did have it. He definitely did not need to be here. Sloane highly doubted that anyone was keeping tabs on him by now, and he bolted back towards the building. Unfortunately, his mad dash was drawn short as someone yelled at him for help. They were trapped under a piece of debris. Sloane let out a groan of annoyance but went to help them. He glanced around, trying to make sure they weren’t going to be ambushed while he did this. It seemed as if the creatures were focused on something else—someone else. He turned away as flashes of blue and green flickered in his periphery, and there was a subsequent cacophony of both excitement and battle. Sloane brought attention back to the trapped person. The brightly colored Spandex Squad could take care of them, he’d just deal with minimizing the mass casualties. The annoyance that he’d be ignored after all this was said and done, due to the Ranger’s return, fueled his actions. Sloane definitely looked like a good Samaritan on the outside, but the inside was a different story.

As the person thanked him and skirted away, Sloane’s attention was grabbed by a voice that seemed to silence the noise around him. He turned to see a nasty creature looming on top of a building, far more imposing than any of the Druidon before. Yet, what Sloane focused on was the fact that David, wet but terrified, was in the creature’s clutches. Whatever inner-grumbling his narcissism had fed him, vanished. Despite the shit that they’d give each other, David was one of his few friends. He stood, ignoring the pain in his leg.

[color=#dc143c][b]“David!”[/b][/color] he yelled, but he was far enough away that his frat brother didn’t seem to hear him. Panicked, he ran towards them. Unfortunately, a few words were spoken between the creature and the Rangers below… and then the creature and his hostages disappeared. [color=#dc143c][b]“No!”[/b][/color] He tightened the grip on the bat, slamming it against a discarded chair. The metallic ring was the only thing he focused on. So, it was no surprise that when a red light vaulted at him—he swung. Fortunately, it was a panicked motion, and he missed. That was a rare occurrence. Because out of every skill that he ballooned to infinite heights, his skill as a batter was not exaggerated.

[color=#dc143c][b]“What the hell?”[/b][/color] he asked, snatching the thing out of the sky. Twisting it in his hand, he slowly realized what this might be. Sloane leaned the bat against the chair he’d just mutilated and ran a hand through his blond locks—pushing them away from his face. He approached the group. There were the three rangers, blue, green, and purple, but there was also Ross and Vallory. They also had glowing crystals in their hands. 

[color=#dc143c][b]“I get why I have one, but why does Ryan over here get the honor. Or are they participation crystals?”[/b][/color] Sloane submerged his roiling emotions once again and returned to his usual self. That was the McCabe way.[/indent][/indent][/indent]

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