They're shielded.
-Closes his eyes and begins trying to navigate by scent and hearing-
The Folk don't negotiate. I told you a thousand times. The Folk don't negotiate.
On the other hand, if I die here, my boss probably won't fare very well. You two can rot, they won't shoot at Holly, and... as for you with the sunglasses, sorry you got dragged into this. You seem decent.
-Has long since abandoned his own shades-
-A current of magic starts to build in the air-
-Gets clipped with the first two, eliciting a grunt of pain-
-Then shots seem to bounce off an oily patch in the air and scatter in random directions-
I told you, I don't want to have to kill anyone. You're makin' that real difficult.
-to Michael- And so are you.
edited 16th Apr '17 10:09:33 PM by WonderSquid
-Another fairy trudges out of the trees, holding a blaster. Seems he's in charge-
"I'm gonna assume the ones who're cooperating are Link and Captain Short's Mud Man friend. And you must be one of the kidnappers."
"Wait, Commander, you're actually on duty?"
"...Ghosts?"
edited 16th Apr '17 10:13:16 PM by Randomman5
"Gonna take a lot more than a Mud Boy's half-baked trap to take me out. Now, if there are no objections, not gonna be paying any ransom fund. Captain Short's coming back underground, where she'll face sharp reprimand..."
-Holly looks anxious for a second-
"...and most likely a temporary demotion."
"...How?"

"Michael, can't see any of 'em...the fuck's goin' on here...?"