It's Kid Flash. [He knocked another guard on his butt.] Or K.F. [Threw one into an adjoining room and slammed the door so hard it partially popped out of the jam and was never going to properly open again.] Just Flash works too. One syllable. Tidy. [At some point in that, he either trips or flips a third. It's hard to say which at the speed he's going, but the guy goes ass over teakettle nonetheless.
Bart continues going around as a vaguish blur, with words seeming to come from all over the room (and out in the hall, and in nearby rooms...), and, all the while, a pile of weapons accrues at Arrow-dude's feet.]
Arrow is kinda tak- enh screw it. You're Arrow. Someday you might have to slam an adjective in there, but you're the only one right now.
[And he finally stops with the last of the nearby weaponry, a rather interesting one-shot pistol with a dragon's mouth at the end of the barrel. Shrugging, he cocks it and aims at whoever's still standing.]
Have you ever tried to run with 300 pounds of guard and armor? It's not happening. Kedan are heavy. And dragging them fast enough to not get stabbed'd break bones.
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Bart continues going around as a vaguish blur, with words seeming to come from all over the room (and out in the hall, and in nearby rooms...), and, all the while, a pile of weapons accrues at Arrow-dude's feet.]
Arrow is kinda tak- enh screw it. You're Arrow. Someday you might have to slam an adjective in there, but you're the only one right now.
[And he finally stops with the last of the nearby weaponry, a rather interesting one-shot pistol with a dragon's mouth at the end of the barrel. Shrugging, he cocks it and aims at whoever's still standing.]
Have you ever tried to run with 300 pounds of guard and armor? It's not happening. Kedan are heavy. And dragging them fast enough to not get stabbed'd break bones.