Wolf squinted at Dean for a long... long time after his theatrics.  Inwardly she heaved a sigh of relief: that "little bit" of exertion on his part took a huge amount of stress off the other defenders, and all that was really left for them to do was mop up before Wee Little Devil came to take his cut.  Outwardly though... 

[b][color=#7270db]"Next time I gotta come get you, I'm gonna tell Alex about your thing,"[/color][/b] she jabbed, as a cable tether shot from her cybernetic arm with the loud pop of compressed gas.  It found purchase on something overhead, and the cable twanged like a plucked string as it became taut and whisked her away rifle and all.  She pulled an eyelid down with her middle finger and stuck her tongue out at him as she swung away.

The woman flew up towards a tall pylon at the edge of town.  The repulsor sled parked there rocketed along the pair of tension cables, dragging her off into the darkness past the influence of the local Sun Lamps.  The sled's thruster briefly illuminated a large camouflaged structure suspended high over the Earth a fair distance outside of town.  It was held up by a spider webs of tension cables disappearing up into the darkness towards a Sun Lamp that was "curiously" not working.  A Thresher that had leapt out of the pack energetically at the trio scaling the wall turned into a shower of meat and gore.  The *CRUMP* of mass-reactive explosive rounds made Rat's ears ring, and a couple moments later the energetic *POW* of a [i]light duty[/i] .50 BMG echoed like distant thunder.

[b][color=#9e8659]"Shieldtown protects!"[/color][/b] he squeaked up at Maire, awe and anxiety ringing through his voice in equal measure... like he wasn't really sure [i]they[/i] were the ones Shieldtown would protect.

As if in response to that sentiment, a dark shape swooped through the darkness, just outside the effect of Sun Lamp-overhead.  Some residual light glinted off the rounded tips of the trio of armor defeating missiles slung under the drone's central pylon.  It banked sharply, and the crackling roar of its turbines suddenly cut the moment of silence as the targeting pod on its nose swiveled to keep them in view.  A plume of blue light illuminated the hanging structure for a few moments preceding the distant roar of thrusters as another drone was launched.  Little more than a mass of repulsor turbines and stabilizers, manned by a targeting pod and a massive rotary cannon probably ripped straight out of an old military plane swooped out to get an angle on the chitin covered woman flying over the wall.

Back in town, Dean only got several minutes of quiet "rest" before he was approached by more footsteps.  A pair of fine dress shoes crunched in the nearby dirt conspicuously loud, though presumably the owner could have chosen to be silent... at least judging by his confident gait.  A tarot card curved around Dean, halting in the air as though it had struck something just a few feet away from his "chair."  A small ripple of [Force] warped the air as the dark-haired stranger stepped past to sit on it like a stool and light his cigarette.  Archer's blue eyes gleamed with amusement at Dean as he took a deep first drag and exhaled with a note of satisfaction.

[b][color=#c45302]"Heeeeey there, honey.  How ya doing?  Can I get you a water?  Maybe a snack?"[/color][/b]