XVII

[punsofiron]

[Bang.

Bang!

BANG!

Cambot just caught Liz crashing through the door of her room, breaking the door down and staggering in the air a moment before catching Cambot's eye.]

Where the hell is he?

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[punsofiron]

And you're more qualified to take it on? Like it didn't take anyone else down in five seconds?

[milliondollarpipes]

You think I don't know that? It wouldn'tve done anyone any good if we both got ourselves killed.

[punsofiron]

Well at least I'd go out knowing I tried!

[milliondollarpipes]

That's great, kid, but you'd still be dead!

[punsofiron]

I don't care! I'd rather go down swinging then sit in a room doing nothing when my friends' lives are at stake!

[milliondollarpipes]

Yeah, and I'd rather -

[He breaks off, rubbing awkwardly at his temples with a wing. This is not productive, or easy on his migraine. Moreover, he doesn't have a leg to stand on, and he knew it even before they started.]

- you know what, fine. You're right.

[punsofiron]

[Her expression softens only a little. She at least hopes he's really getting it and he's not just saying that to shut her up.]

And you did promise.

[milliondollarpipes]

[He reflexively rolls his shoulders, still feeling where Pinkie slammed him into the floor.] Yeah. I heard.

[punsofiron]

[Yeah, she kinda wasn't expecting that one...]

[milliondollarpipes]

No worries, kid. I don't plan on crossin' that one again. [His tone is humorous, but he means it.]

[punsofiron]

I'll hold you to that.

[milliondollarpipes]

You do that, kid. [Shoulderpats, somehow, do not seem as effective when both parties have wings. And one is metal.]