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Okay, it was well past the time to complain about the situation. Alex was fine... for the most part at least. Whatever had been going on had hopefully past. In the meantime, he had another wayward idiot to take care of. Dean stood up, brushing himself off and about ready to instruct Golem. He paused with an annoyed grunt. 
[b][color=8dc73f]"Right, This mess."[/color][/b] The remaining damage left behind by... whatever had sent Alex into the wall. Yeah, didn't want to hear this added to the list of damages he would be expected to fix with a [i]"wave of his hand"[/i] by the locals. Even with being the most [i][Fortified][/i] place in the Undercity, the big man still [i]somehow[/i] caused damages to the brutalist paleo-punk haven. 

There was a minute where Dean was digging around in his pockets before pulling out one of his jade coins. He then flicked it like how one would launch a bottle-cap, it making a resonating ping when it hit the ground. The moment it touched the trench, it was almost like someone decided to rewind the footage of reality. Earth, stone, and asphalt slid and tumbled itself back into its original place. The ground and wall fusing itself back together with a steady thrum of power that died down along with the coin, which crumbled to dust in its newfound burial place. The only thing left over was the faint signature of Dean's Mana and hints of [i][reinforcement][/i] Applied to the wall.

Golem seemed to have read Dean's intentions, having increased their size enough to lift the quarter-ton rogue. Dean gave the Spirit a nod of approval. [b][color=8dc73f]"Get him home. And put some ice on his cheek."[/color][/b] He kicked his etched bat into the air, the implement only spinning perfectly into his hand because of his enchantments. Tapping the ground once again, The same spell as before flowed into the earth and began carrying him down Shieldtown's streets. Specifically in the opposite direction that Alex's crash had come from.[hr]
Lo and behold, There was Silver Fang... along with what he could only guess was another Templar. He couldn't remember her for the life of him, and really could care less right now. [color=8dc73f][sub]"Oh for fucks sake."[/sub][/color] Now he was really happy that he had picked up the pace to get here, Fang looked ready to leave with the energy of a kid worrying about getting caught for something. Thank Forge Master for making her current suit as expressive as her usual. Dean cleared his throat, bat resting on his shoulder and free hand on his hip. [b][color=8dc73f]"And Where do you think you're going missy?"[/color][/b] Dean summoned all the authority he could, projecting similar energy one of his grandparents would when a child was about to do something stupid. He tapped his foot impatiently, A spell beginning to form in the ground to remove Silver Fang's friction to the ground so that she couldn't just bolt without explanation. 

He looked to the other woman, giving a nod of acknowledgment but keeping his focus on Yue. Letting his usual snark for law and authority figures die in the back of his throat. Now wasn't the time for that. 

Absently, he felt his phone buzz occupationally. The haptics weren't for calls, which lead him to assume that they were updates from the neighborhood enforcers hopefully. Power trickled into a few of the lucky charms he wore on his person. Here was hoping this mess was starting to clean up in earnest.