Streak shrugged. "I don't know if he'll be back. Chances are he will. He's the kind of guy who'll hold a grudge. A big grudge. And I appreciate that you're all willing to help out, but I don't think you guys are familiar with his powers."
Blaze had approached in time to hear this last. "Yeah, Fisher's a tough cookie." And he recounted the battle at the circus tent for Kix and Krisha, who hadn't been there (OOC: right? I can't remember...).
Art had come by, too. He had finished setting up camp: four tents. One for each Art, Streak, Blaze, and Kaira, Kix, and Krisha, in the event they wanted a tent.
"Ugh. Let's not talk about this Fisher man anymore. I vote for bed. And I'm going in any case." And he turned and climbed into one of the tents. He was asleep within moments.
Blaze yawned rather suddenly, but genuinely. "Good idea."
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