Can't chance it. I have no idea if they're still behind me. [The Nalawi have short legs, but... they are also very persistent.] I think this thing has a tracker on it, though don't ask me how to work it.
[He scowled at that, beginning to pick himself up. Surprise, surprise--he was sober. In one hand, he clutched a music box. Reluctantly, Ban set it down among his pack.
He picked up a three-sectioned staff from his side.]
[Hellboy isn't really paying attention to very much outside his immediate surroundings; he's currently hoofing it through the jungle and is unsure if the Ryba-worshipping cultists are in pursuit. So he's a bit distracted, but --]
What do you mean, distraction? They're tied up, they need rescue first
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He picked up a three-sectioned staff from his side.]
I'll figure it out. I'm not bad with magic.
[At least, he assumed the device was magic.]
You hurt?
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New things were always a little tough.
He figured it out, but he wasn't heading in Hellboy's direction right away. He was going to get, of all things, liquor.]
If you're fine, I'm gonna gun for the missing folks, first. This sounds like a good time for a distraction~.
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What do you mean, distraction? They're tied up, they need rescue first
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[By thin, he meant 'sear'. Waxing the fat off of a steak.]
They can't all be chasing you at once, right? They had to have left folks behind to watch things.
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Er. Alright. [He wasn't going to look for backup. Ban, of all people, never relied on it.
Not because he was invincible, but because he was certain no one would give a shit.]
I'll take a look out. Course, I'm not wasting time arguin' with people.