As Fiona swiftly dodged one of the juggling balls, Gale wasn't so lucky. Although it didn't hit too badly, it managed to scrape his arm, making him give a small yelp of pain.
"Ye okay kid?"
"DO I LOOK ALRIGHT?! THAT DAMN THING NEARLY TOOK MY ARM OFF!!"
Directing his rage at the idiots who were doing the throwing, Gale created a miniature tornado and flung it towards the crowd of Idiots. Most were thrown to the walls, some were thrown on to the roof, yet surprisingly they seemed to still be conscious.
"How are we supposed to deal with this? There are too many of them and there are only two of us."
As if to answer his call, some of the local inhabitants, still groggy from sleep and angry at being woken up in the middle of the night, lumbered out of the shops, brandishing various household implements as weapons. Luckily, three had real weapons but that still wasn't much. Even the Idiots struck but his tornado were back on the streets, looking as menacing as ever?
"I hope you have a plan, because I sure don't."
