10-21-2013, 08:10 PM
Ethan laughed and looked back over at Crispin's work, impressed by the smaller man's skill. In doing so he underestimated the recovery of his opponent and got a fist to the stomach and proceeded to fold himself over it with a long groan. Sinking to the floor the sound slowly turned into a slow mutter about the thief's illegitimate conception in less than polite words, naturally. It wasn't necessarily this which coaxed the thief to start kicking Ethan, but it certainly didn't dissuade him.
But the criminal was aware of Winters at this point and with a quick check to make sure he wasn't about to be hit himself, the villan beat his hasty retreat out of the warehouse. His comrades were worse for wear but they wouldn't blame him for hopefully giving at least one of these guys a broken rib.
With another groan Spade pushed himself up onto his feet and looked around. His good mood had vanished. Forced out of him with his breath and as he looked around he could see that there was no use in trying to catch and knock about the guy that did it to him. Some deep and wincing breaths later he finally nodded at Winters and made his way over to a collection of busted crates "You okay? These bastards didn't cut you up any, did they?" He grumbled before setting himself down for a bit of a rest while the spider-like mechanic scuttled it's way toward the fallen men with intent to tie them up.
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