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Ishmael nodded and grabbed the body under the arms to drag it over to where Galaxian had gestured. His pulse was still racing from the Hyena grabbing him. If the Masked One could pick him up and throw him around so easily, Ishmael shuddered to think about the Hyena's less resilient mortal targets. He felt a twinge of remorse as he looked at the mortal's face again. ''No. My wound just hurts. '' He thought.

The plant god jogged a little to catch up with Galaxian