Siana/Jareth/Carolina
By the time Banes reached him, Jareth was pretty sure he had a dislocated shoulder and a few broken ribs. At least, the radiating pain and experience with said pain told him that, and it was distracting as fuck. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and bask in it, a sure way to get killed. Didn't bother him any, but he doubted Banes would be fine with losing two partners to the docks.
Not that he cared, particularly, but it was at least a momentary motivation.
He was going to have to find some way to relieve this stress; it had only gotten worse lately, building with the knowledge of Aspel's and Li's location. Maybe he should--
An iguion knocked into him and he chopped off one of its appendages for its audacity. "You got a plan, Banes? Because I sure as fuck don't." Focus, Jare.