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Abrams rushes over to Dynamo's side, panting, sweating bullets. "God these people are crazy! How many people know about this god forsaken ritual?!" The Detective pants and groans, his hands grip his knees, supporting his upper body while he watches the professor collect souls from the otherworldly beings that appear between the streets of York, Broadway, and Greenwich. "Uhmm... My best guess is... well. A lot of people actually." Dynamo stuffs the collection of souls into his large knapsack. "I should spend this at the shop, I don't know what that shop keep needs theses for, maybe he offers them to the Patron to try to get on his good side?" Dynamo mumbles to himself more. "I found the two big assholes taking our souls!" a vulgar voice echo's in the small green house as a goat headed man with a bat charges in, aiming his weapon at Dynamo. His bat almost carries him forward than the other way around. "Watch out professor!" Abrams jumps forward, raising his book, casting a blue, net-like ward that stuns the billy goat man.
"Thank you Abrams!" Dynamo yelps, thrusting his body forward, his metal belly hitting the goat man in the head, followed by Abrams fist clutching his tome. The goat attempts to stand, his head ringing, only to be rushed into the wall by Abrams, and the two beat their attacker until he falls. His body disperses in orange and yellow smoke to be revived by the opposing Patron. "PHEW!" Good job Professor! Where'd you learn to hit like that?" "Hah uh.." Dynamo thinks, still a little thrown off by the notion of having to "kill" other people to get his body back, even if they come back just fine. "I've had a brief stint of extended physical education... and some school "unapproved" matches back in college! I've still got a mean right hook right?" He seems to perk up a little bit.
"Guess me and you are pretty similar, Ain't that right professor?" Abrams pats Dynamo on the back a little harder than intended, almost pushing his mid section out of alignment with the rest of his body. Dynamo is stopped in place, a little confused, embarrassed even. He's sure it's a compliment, I mean, why would his current partner throw an insult at him out of the blue, especially after saving his life. And He certainly doesn't think being compared to Abrams is an Insult either! But maybe he's just never considered he's not the dorky professor he and everyone else thinks he is.
"Huh... I guess you're right, I have been in my fair share of fist fights before!" "I can tell! If we stick together, We'll be unstoppable, and get through the night, and before you know it, you'll have that body back, and I'll be rid of this damn book." Abrams' raises his fist to Dynamo. Dynamo raises his left hand to Abrams, his ring flashing as they bump fists, and Abrams' wide grin falters into a soft, but sour smile, swallowing his doubts for now.