[Blake's eyes dart between the blond kids with swords on every side. He looks right at home, too, flashing around like a fish in water.]
[Moxy, the hell is this kid, James Cagney?]
The fuck are you doing?! [The bigger injustice hits him] How come I can't do that?!
[One of the monsters lifts its head. It's one of the ones that looks like a guy in a dark suit with the long, spindly fingers and the bones that jut out at the wrong angles. It leaps forward right toward him and it's too damn fast]
[But as soon as it gets near Dave, its motion in midair turns sluggish, like it's moving against a current]
[Blake grabs it and throws it down. He smashes its head against the floor until the black glass of its face shatters.]
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[Moxy, the hell is this kid, James Cagney?]
The fuck are you doing?! [The bigger injustice hits him] How come I can't do that?!
[One of the monsters lifts its head. It's one of the ones that looks like a guy in a dark suit with the long, spindly fingers and the bones that jut out at the wrong angles. It leaps forward right toward him and it's too damn fast]
[But as soon as it gets near Dave, its motion in midair turns sluggish, like it's moving against a current]
[Blake grabs it and throws it down. He smashes its head against the floor until the black glass of its face shatters.]
[He yells to Dave]
I got no idea what you're doing, but do it more!