THE FOOL
Back at our suite, Pathfinder and Windrunner helped Po clean up while Yokel and I tried to calm Roc down, but he took his large sword from his room and headed toward the lift.
“Where are you going?” I yelled, sprinting to get in front of him.
“Out of my way!” he yelled back, juking to avoid my block. Luckily Yokel came to my aid and between the two of us, Roc couldn’t get past, although that didn’t stop him trying.
“You can’t do this,” Yokel said, struggling against Roc’s large frame.
“Yes, I can. Did you see what happened? They’re going to pay for what they did to Po, and I’m going to make them!”
A final shove as I kicked against the wall sent Roc sprawling backward.
“We were all there. We’re all angry, Roc!” I yelled, trying to catch my breath.
“Oh yeah? Then why aren’t
