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ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴄʀᴀᴡʟᴇʀ! (bamfery) wrote in silverage,

Luckily, Kurt was good at following instructions. He was also good at brawling in dark alleys and besides, this was all in the name of...! Something. Dating? Oh well. He didn't have time to think about it much, he only had time to teleport away - bamf! - in a puff of smoke when one of the wooden soldiers made a grab for him. He ended up on the back of that same one, twisting the head with a sickening crack as he snapped what he assumed to be...wooden spinal cord?

The bag! Cindy said not to let them get it, so Kurt was gone in another flash, picking up the bag and leaving another trail of smoke in his wake when he teleported himself (and the bag) away to an undisclosed location. He was back a second later, without the bag, and just in time to flip over and kick a wooden face.

"What's in the bag, or is that a question for later too?" he asked.