[Center] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/25b9f4eb-a8b1-46ca-8ab3-88c168ed18b3.png[/img] Joel Beck [b]Location[/b]: Smack down in E-Town [b]Tags[/b]: Grim, Kitsune [/center] "Fuck!" Wraith cursed and shielded his eyes from the sudden, blinding light. He had just been about to help these two and get this ridiculous excuse for a fight over with when Grim suddenly decided to burn out his retinas. "Watch where you point that." He assumed it had been a mistake, at least until a shadow bitch slapped him and coiled around him like a python. "The hell you doing?!" He struggled in the shadow's grip. Grim didn't seem like the type to double cross, even if he had any unknown beef with Wraith. Why was he- [i]"It's Mindraker, dumbass."[/i] "I told you to go home, Doug," Wraith choked the words out as the shadow squeezed air from his lungs. It seemed that, even in a dire moment such as this, Wraith still found the time to talk to empty space. [i]"Look at him, Raker's got your goth buddy under his thumb. And I'll bet if that girl in the dollar bin mask comes over, he'll try to wreck [b]her[/b] shit too."[/i] As much as Wraith hated the ghost butting into his work, when Doug was right, he was right. Grim couldn't do Wraith much harm aside from tremendous pain, but he wasn't willing to make that bet about the fox girl. He had to keep the other hero's attention and hope that fox girl knew to go after the creep on the sidelines, not [i]them[/i]. "Snap out of it Grim!" Wraith shouted, hoping that maybe the hero could fight off Mindraker's control.