Faen picked himself up off the ground, marvelling at Franklin's impressive physical display.[I] And here I was about to peg you as a lost cause. [/I] The Prince dusted down the front of his jacket, glancing at the senseless thugs decked out around them. They'd be waking up sore in the morning no doubt, and full of regret for ever messing with Richards Jr. 

[b]“You know I'm not going to lie, before all this I totally had you pegged as the party ruin-er... no offense.” [/b]

Faen spun, affecting a look of injured indignation.

"You wound me Frankie! Really, think what might of happened had I not been gate crashing, you could be dead by now!" Faen was aware that he was laying it on a bit thick, but he had always had a gift for personal outrage. While they were talking one of the Doom-lites began to rouse, shaking his head groggily and pushing himself to his knees. The Lokison strolled over and casually booted the rogue in the teeth. The man fell soundlessly into a pool of his own blood, a tooth skittering across the floor. [I]Mighta overdone that one, Faen old boy[/I]

[b]"Hey," [/b]A voice said in his head, giving him a start until he realised it was Mira. This must be what she meant by keeping them in contact. If he had known that she was talking about telepathy then he wouldn't have been so quick to allow her in his head.[b] "If you need help just send a message to me with your thoughts. This should keep us in touch until the action dies down."[/b]

[i]I've rescued Franklin. . . or maybe more accurately he saved me [/i]he answered the mutant telepathically, [i]try and connect us with the rest of the heroes still fighting. Having a telepathic link could be a valuable tactical advantage.[/I]

Faen cast an eye over the battleground. Alot of the Doom-lites were down, but there was still plenty left standing to cause trouble, and there was many bystanders being caught in the fire. Most of the other heroes were concentrating on the thugs, Spider-man and Spooky working together and handling more than their fair share together. The Prince grabbed Franklin by the shoulder and pointed at a screaming middle aged couple who were being herded into a corner by two criminals.

"Someone needs to get the guests out, and frankly I'd rather you fight those guys than me having to do it." he grinned his encouragement. Faen preferred to keep his enemies at as polite a distance as possible.