Grey pushed himself up from the couch with one hand braced against the armrest, only for the pain in his lower body to surge hard enough that his knees nearly gave out beneath him.
He caught himself with Virtueless before he fell, planted the weapon against the floor like a cane, and waited several seconds for the nausea to settle while the red light outside swept through the room again.
Whatever was wrong with his body, it was getting harder to pretend Sabrina's kick alone explained it.
Benn had already picked up an old shovel, Sabrina still had her garden rake, and James and Duke had somehow armed themselves with a hoe and what looked like a broken pitchfork.
Grey stared at the collection for a moment before laughing despite how much even that hurt, then shook his head as he limped toward the door. "What the fuck are you going to do with those, exactly, mildly inconvenience them?"
