[Kid stiffens, panic running through him. He looks from Rhys to Undertaker, trying to judge the distance between them better. It's difficult for him to get a better sense of how close they are to one another.
His only weapon is the broken piece of washboard, and he'd rather use his hands if need be, at least for now. Kid lowers his small frame to give himself more balance and raises his hands, the single glowing Golden eye narrowed in a glare.]
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His only weapon is the broken piece of washboard, and he'd rather use his hands if need be, at least for now. Kid lowers his small frame to give himself more balance and raises his hands, the single glowing Golden eye narrowed in a glare.]
Rhys. Stay back.