[ Rex doesn't grace that with a response, even as he's gritting his teeth, jaw hurting with it. Whatever's possessed his Andy, he hates that it keeps on using her voice. He scrambles down the hall, boots squeaking against the newly-cleaned floors, keen hearing picking up on rustles and voices of people who are absolutely aware there's an intruder in their midst. Good, Rex thinks grimly. They can distract Andy, and he can get answers out of them. He's more afraid of Andy on the offensive than he is of a dozen imps. He knows he can fight a dozen imps. Andy...
Andy will lay them low as well, he's sure. As he sees one imp turn the corner, shoulders stiff and neck held rigid, he can practically see the wideness of their eyes through the helmet. Good. He can use that. With that said and done, he quickens his pace.
He's never been as quick as Andy, but he'll give it his damnedest. ]
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Andy will lay them low as well, he's sure. As he sees one imp turn the corner, shoulders stiff and neck held rigid, he can practically see the wideness of their eyes through the helmet. Good. He can use that. With that said and done, he quickens his pace.
He's never been as quick as Andy, but he'll give it his damnedest. ]