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But the boss waved him off and gave a small sneer. He looked over to Henry who was still bleeding from his wound and laughed in his face.

“Toys,” the masked man chuckled, “you fight me with pathetic little toys. You think marbles are gonna safe you? This ain’t no Tom & Jerry cartoon, boy.”

Dorian groaned inwardly, whether by design or accident, them an had managed to hit another one of Henry’s most sensitive parts. Henry’s nostrils flared up and his eyes narrowed with anger.

“He did not just call me ‘boy.’”

Dorian could see his best friend’s hand tighten into a fist. “Wait for it…” Dorian whispered to him.

“Wait for what?” Scorned their captor.

Then came a disconcerting hiss all around them. The leader jumped and looked at the small silver ball in the palm of his hand. Something was happening. The top half of the sphere turned, exposing several secret compartments with little spouts on each side.

The man’s exposed eyes widened in fear when the spouts suddenly popped out of the ball, and then released some sort of red gas.

“What the fuh…?” He gasped.

The balls exploded in this huge splash of red paint covering all the insurgents. Dorian and Henry took cover and watched the mayhem unfold. The gunmen covered their faces to shield

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