[center][h2][b][color=goldenrod][ Amuné [/color]and [color=rosybrown]Jareth ][/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr][hr]

Wiseman scored a hit on Lady Blade, giving Amuné the space she needed to disengage.  His shout of advice she immediately heeded, moving to the Indra Blade where it lay on the ground next to the broken drone and scooping it up in her hand, careful to only touch the handle.  But it seemed she didn't need it, for the knife-covered woman was spun around and clearly having trouble.

The knife the villain tossed with her last ounce of strength, however, was a serious problem.  It was beeping like a bomb and flashing red, and Jareth wasn't about to take any chances with the safety of his little group.  [color=rosybrown]"Back, back!  Behind me,"[/color] he said, waving a hand to send the knife skittering across the floor to the far end of the backstage area.  Then he stomped his foot, hard, and tilted a large, wide piece of the concrete floor from horizontal to vertical, giving the three heroes a place to shelter from the explosion and its accompanying shrapnel.  It was a good thing, too, because--

[b][i]BOOM![/i][/b]

The knife exploded with a loud noise that shook the area, sending a hail of metal shrapnel in every direction.  Jareth's quick thinking had saved the three heroes from some serious damage.  He gave the other two a shakey smile, though it was hidden behind his bandana.

Amuné, still dripping blood from her injury, tapped her watch again.  [color=goldenrod]"Bastion, Oracle here.  We've handled Lady Blade, so feel free to assist the others with Doc Holiday and those drones."[/color]  As she spoke, she headed for her backpack in the corner, and pulled out a first aid kit.  [color=goldenrod]"Terra, give me a hand, would you?  I don't think I'll need stitches, but you can tell better than I can.[/color]

Jareth checked over her arm.  [color=rosybrown]"You don't have a suture kit in this thing anyhow, so even if you did need stitches they'd have to wait until we got back to base,"[/color] he commented, taking out a roll of bandages.

[color=goldenrod]"Or until Angel-5 gets here.  Wiseman, is it en route?[/color]