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Memories flash in Rhys's vision once more, of Jade and Marron, of Pyrrha in the box that could have been her tomb. Rhys has faith in Robin's abilities. He can take any of these scum down no problem.

But Jack is unconscious, and in the hands of a literal monster. It's not even a choice.

"Anya, Lapis--grab on!" he shouts, as he lets out a few dozen feet of chain. The rest of the chains of Athloi wrap around his fists, wrists, and arms, like boxing tape and gloves. He looks at the remaining members of JNBS. "We'll get him back, I swear it!"

And after waiting a heartbeat for Lapis and Anya to hitch their rides, Rhys disappears from sight in a split second of hasted movement. It's easy enough to track him, though--the chains of his weapon still sing with sun-bright light and corresponding heat. He catches up to Vlad, panting, and assumes a fighting stance.

"You know nothing of our reputation, it seems," he growls. With a howl he launches at the vampire with blisteringly-fast blows. He makes sure to hit the vampire with only parts of his body covered by his shining chains, aiming for exposed skin to cause maximum damage. With one chain-wrapped hand he goes for Vlad's throat, and with the other he tries to crush the hand and arm holding Jack to force the man to drop him. The dozens of strikes aren't just to grab, though--they're to lay the groundwork of his chains, attempting to immobilize and capture the sonovabitch so he can't escape further.

Memories flash in Rhys's vision once more, of Jade and Marron, of Pyrrha in the box that could have been her tomb. Robin's scent was still going strong when he passed by on the way down. Rhys has faith in Robin's abilities, now that he's gotten a whiff of who his best friend is fighting. He can take that scum down no problem.

But Jack is unconscious, and in the hands of a literal monster. It's not even a choice.

"Anya, Lapis--grab on!" he shouts, as he lets out a few dozen feet of chain. The rest of the chains of Athloi wrap around his fists, wrists, and arms, like boxing tape and gloves. He looks at the remaining members of JNBS. "We'll get him back, I swear it!"

And after waiting a heartbeat for Lapis and Anya to hitch their rides, Rhys disappears from sight in a split second of hasted movement. It's easy enough to track him, though--the chains of his weapon still sing with sun-bright light and corresponding heat. He catches up to Vlad, panting, and assumes a fighting stance.

"You know nothing of our reputation, it seems," he growls. With a howl he launches at the vampire with blisteringly-fast blows. He makes sure to hit the vampire with only parts of his body covered by his shining chains, aiming for exposed skin to cause maximum damage. With one chain-wrapped hand he goes for Vlad's throat, and with the other he tries to crush the hand and arm holding Jack to force the man to drop him. The dozens of strikes aren't just to grab, though--they're to lay the groundwork of his chains, attempting to immobilize and capture the sonovabitch so he can't escape further.

Memories flash in Rhys's vision once more, of Jade and Marron, of Pyrrha in the box that could have been her tomb. Robin's scent was still going strong when he passed by on the way down. Rhys has faith in Robin's abilities, now that he's gotten a whiff of who his best friend is fighting. He can take that scum down no problem.

But Jack is unconscious, and in the hands of a literal monster. It's not even a choice.

"Anya, Lapis--grab on!" he shouts, as he lets out a few dozen feet of chain. The rest of the chains of Athloi wrap around his fists, wrists, and arms, like boxing tape and gloves. He looks at the remaining members of JNBS. "We'll get him back, I swear it!"

And after waiting a heartbeat for Lapis and Anya to hitch their rides, Rhys disappears from sight in a split second of hasted movement. It's easy enough to track him, though--the chains of his weapon still sing with sun-bright light and corresponding heat. He catches up to Vlad, panting, and assumes a fighting stance.

"You know nothing of our reputation, it seems," he growls. With a howl he launches at the vampire with blisteringly-fast blows. He makes sure to hit the vampire with only parts of his body covered by his shining chains, aiming for exposed skin to cause maximum damage. With one chain-wrapped hand he goes for Vlad's throat, and with the other he tries to crush the hand and arm holding Jack to force the man to drop him. The dozens of strikes aren't just to grab, though--they're to lay the groundwork of his chains, attempting to immobilize and capture the sonovabitch so he can't escape further.