Skidding to a halt, wheel screeching in protest. Blood was not good for the wheels at all. Note to self, clean that out before it dried. Now, back to situation at hand-
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Okay, no. Manic was NOT doing that. That was a little too gross for his liking. Yuck, yuck, yuck. Spinning on the spot, hand went to the medallion and kit immediatly sprang forth to his call. A light drumroll had a laserbeam heading for...the thing, thing works. And if that didn't work, Manic would just have to call up an earthquake.
"Kazu, door," was the simple command from the hedgehog. Don't bother talking to him, he needed his concentration for this otherwise he'd totally lose control of the power his kit could summon. And that would NOT be good.