Bobby Bowen wrote:From a particular garage, a brass man in a garage coverall stepped out, surveying the scene.
He sighed, wiping his hands with a grease rag before rolling up his sleeves and joining the fray.
He began by clothes lining one of the clowns on unicycles to the ground.
Elena faces off with Drago, saying something... well... unladylike in French that might regard his ancestry and possibly his parents' marital status at the time of his birth. She moves in closer, wary of the batons, but looking for a good opening for a close range blast.
"This is, without a doubt, one of the more bizarre days I've had," Will said, bending unnaturally away from the knife, and trying to kick out the middle clown.
Steph's eyes widened and the fat man hit her like a truck, slamming her into the pavement and pinning her uncomfortably.
Then the smell hit her.
She let out a howl and clamped her jaw down on the closest, non-vital roll she could find.
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