“What the hell was that!” Robin angrily shouts, limping over, still nursing the deep cut across his body. I perk up a little, surprised to hear him curse. He’s returned back to looking human, his horns and crown disappearing from his head.
“What the hell was what?” Shepard snarls back.
“That attack. How did they know we would be coming this way?” Robin demands.
“Guys, we don’t have time for this, we need to go, now!” I bark, stalking back to the car to dig out my backpack. “People are gonna be coming to see what the commotion was about. If we don’t move now we’re gonna get attacked again!”
We all exchange looks. Shepard tisks, then limps over to the car. He cries out trying to lean over, clutching his shoulder.
“My bag,” he croaks. “It has all my bo
