[Christopher shrugs, even as he holds one arm with the other and, unhesitating and precise, pushes his bones back in place. The pain is blinding, enough to knock someone out or make them scream. Christopher just laughs.]
Felt like it!
[He keeps his umbrella in his working hand and uses it to keep a space around them.] Lead the way! [If it were just himself, Christopher would never concede to a retreat. For Monica, however, he will run and hide as much as necessary if it will keep her unharmed.]
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Felt like it!
[He keeps his umbrella in his working hand and uses it to keep a space around them.] Lead the way! [If it were just himself, Christopher would never concede to a retreat. For Monica, however, he will run and hide as much as necessary if it will keep her unharmed.]