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Dove, Sean and Jojo are standing together. Jojo continues speaking to the off-panel assembled crowd, this time with a wicked grin and holding a bent arm hand up. Sean is just behind Jojo and has a raised eyebrow. Dove has a hand on Sean's shoulders to cool him down.|||
Sean Mattox: We what?
Jojo: Think of it! Will this be one Titanic affront too many? Will the Titans allow him to violate the conventions of warfare, and pass through?
Or will the portal reject him!
Perhaps, even destroy him this time, as it would any ordinary warlord?!
I cannot say, my fellow casters, and neither can you! But in my estimation as a Carnymancer, I can only tell you that this will be exceedingly dangerous for him.
Jojo smiles benignly with his eyes closed, with a "calm down" motion of the hands out. Tracy looks at Jojo disbelievingly while holding a wand. Sean has his eyes closed and face scrunched, trying to stay calm.|||
Tracy: It's dangerous because we're about to shoot him.
Jojo: Yes, but hold your fire, my good man! Allow the Titans the courtesy of first shot, won't you?
If he fails, there is nothing lost. If he succeeds... well, then justice will be served in the usual way.
For now, let us allow him his historic dare.
Closeup of Tracy's face. He's frowning.|||
Tracy leans over to speak to the masked caster in green. Both look at each other as they assess the situation. Jojo leans in with a salesman's grin, trying to sell them on the idea.|||
Tracy: I mean, if the Carnymancers aren't backing us up here, we'll lose in a firefight.
Weather Wizard: Hm.
Jojo: No firefight necessary, my friend.
The Titans will stop him, as they will. We have but to sit back and watch.
Sean hangs his head, defeated. Jojo looks pleased with a hand on his hips and a hand in the air. Tracy looks up and holds a hand out, resigned.|||
Sean: Dookeda, dookeda, dookeda, dookeda...
Parson: Makes me want to roll for traps.
Jojo: Hurry, hurry.
Closeup of Sylvia mounted on a Red dwagon, she's squinting to look in the distance. In the background decrypted forces are fighting Jetstone infantry as they lunge through the fire. A few reds and a green are farther behind.|||
Sylvia is dumped unceremoniously on the ground of the Atrium as her Decrypted Red dwagon turns to dust, starting at the front. An infantry woman comes close to help. In the background, a mounted Green dwagon bites down on a Jetstone infantryman. Flames and soldiers are everywhere.|||