[hr][hr][center][h3][color=d19f6a][b]Ed Penior[/b][/color][/h3]
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[b][color=d19f6a]Location:[/color][/b] Space Jail
[b][color=d19f6a]Skills:[/color][/b] Thamaturgy: Shield, force
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A feeling washed through Ed that irritated him just a bit. He was worried about Annie. Needed to protect her. A part of him sighed and resigned. He had failed and gotten attached to people. If something were to happen to any of the group he would feel their loss. None, as much as his sister's, but it would hurt still. He didn't shrug away from Annie, instead, he let her press against him. She trembled. And if Ed had a child of his own he would consider the feeling of protectiveness he had toward Annie the same as it would for his child. 

He kept his shield up, shoveling people to the side as best as he could as they made their way up to the next destination. He sent out flicks of force energy hitting guns out of guards' hands. It wasn't perfect, but there were eight fewer guns being pointed in the direction of his allies. He much preferred the guns removed from their hands. Though there was no telling who would pick them up now that they weren't attached to a guard.