[The sound of jet engines has him struggle up enough to raise his weapons to the sky. If he's being attacked, he's going to go down fighting -- no two ways about it.]
[But then there's a familiar voice, and he lowers his cannons, using his arms to lever himself onto one side.]
Kind of.
[He's sprawled on the pathway in the snow and the cold. "Kind of" is an understatement.]
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[But then there's a familiar voice, and he lowers his cannons, using his arms to lever himself onto one side.]
Kind of.
[He's sprawled on the pathway in the snow and the cold. "Kind of" is an understatement.]