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[b]Location:[/b] Grim’s Mental Roadtrip[/center]

The offer of autographed memorabilia was being considered very seriously, if Mindraker’s thoughtful gaze was any indication. Grim slowly relaxed, fingers flexing as he considered the easiest way to go about this. Perhaps just a repeat of the solid punch that had Mutt doubling over earlier, try to take the man out in one hit-

A cry to his left dragged Grim’s gaze away from Mindraker, though his mask stayed facing the man even as his eyes moved. While he wasn’t looking, Shank had managed to swap the positions of himself and Kitsune, and was clutching her wrists in a bruising grip. A yelp then drew Grim’s eyes the opposite way, finding that Hotrod had actually managed to pin Wraith - the arguably insane man thrashing against the bone that held him down and bellowing.

The shadowmancer stayed still for a moment as he considered his options, finally settling back on Mindraker. The man hadn’t moved but gazed at Grim inquisitively, almost asking, [i]’What will you do now?’[/i]

He hadn’t attacked yet, so perhaps he was just an observer. Or waiting for his companions to fall. Either way, Grim’s decision was made.

“Now, don’t you know that fox hunting is banned?” The tall man flicked his left hand, and from his shadow a whip of shadow launched out to wrap around Shank’s ankle, yanking hard to bring him to the ground. Kitsune stumbled back, clutching burned wrists-

How did her wrists get burned?

No, there wasn’t time to muse on it right now. The spotlight that had shone on Grim moved, and abruptly flooded Hotrod with light in a blinding move. At the same time the shadow tendril that had grabbed Shank released him, flying the opposite way with Grim’s arm as he pivoted in place. The spotlight cut off after just a moment, only meant to momentarily cut off vision before the black whip went to smash across the criminal’s face, the body of the whip already going to wrap around his torso.