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Urban looked over Homerun once Plates had left. He chuckled a bit looking at one of his most skilled teammates who had been beaten by a random. “He worked you over didn’t he?” he said to the slouching Homerun. “Yeah, yeah. You wouldn’t be having a grand old time if you fought him.” Homerun said looking to the side slightly irritated. “How so Homie?” Urban asked tilting his head giving an almost mockingly tone to Homerun. “The guy was injured and I'm not talking about the broken ribs I gave him  with my club.” he said as he pointed to his head. “Grounder fought him yesterday and

Plates sat up, his eyes barely open. He looked around to see Dea asleep in the same chair she had been sitting in before. He sat there for a few minutes rubbing his eyes before getting up. He sat slouched over as a pain shot through his head. He shook it off noting that it would be a few days before he fully recovered from the previous battles. He placed his hand on the side of his face as he walked quietly towards the door trying not to wake the lightly sleeping Dea. He opened the door and walked outside, his pace picking up between steps now that he didn’t have to be quiet. He stretched giving a loud yawn as he made his way down the s

“ ‘Ey little buddy!” yelled a voice behind Plates, Eric and Dea. Dea looked back as an elongated arm shot forward driving its palm into her sternum. A loud popping sound crackled through the air as a white spark went through her body shooting her back into a nearby wall. Eric looked back in shock before getting slapped across the street by one of Brody’s large fists. “Remember me cupcake? I brought me a friend and you’re gonna pay for what you did to Burnie.” Brody said arrogantly as he stood beside a very thin, tall man. Any facial features were covered by a burlap sack except the visible makeup of t