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Immediately, John brushed all the rubble off of the remains of his shirt. He may have been impervious to most damage, but his clothing wasn't. He frowned as he inspected it. There was no way it was going to last the night if they kept on doing what they were doing. He frowned at the thought that he would have to spring a couple of dollars for a new shirt, but this was precisely the reason he didn't wear a suit or some silly costume like some of the others did.

Beneath him was the shattered corpse of the guard that he was trying to pummel not but a moment ago. He thought about undigging the guy, but there didn't hardly seem to be a point. If he wasn't a super, there was little doubt that he was dead. John immediately remembered Gregory's command, and hoisted himself to ground level with a massive hand. he brushed himself off again, but realized there was little point. He took a look around for any remaining guards. Save the female with the accent, it didn't seem like there was. It was probably for the best.

"Ready to go when you are." John said.