OOC: I feel important with everyone waiting on me
!...unfortunately I have work to do (does badass arm stretch then cracks knuckles thing).
IC: Mars stood there, confused, as a random series of events happened. Things moved like a blur as a slig raised a pistol to him, a paramite talked, there was a blue slig and what looked like a meech (this, combined with the talking paramite, was convincing him that he was crazy) and all of it so fast. Mars quickly turned to Anni. "Well, you're right. And they do call me a terrorist. Here," he said, handing his stuff to her. Then Mars threw his fist forward into the slig's (tok) face, flipped around raising both clenched hands to the air, dropping them down on another slig (flad). Mars's tattoo glowed like a lighter on gasoline powering his legs as he shot forward...tripping and shooting his head into a wall as his arms flailed helplessly. The shock knocked him on his back, defeated by a wall. He uttered one last groan until his eyes closed.
Next time he doesn't run with a wounded leg.
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If it's odd, run 
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