Sentenza grunted as he picked Ted up and threw him over his shoulder.

"Got the bird?" He asked as he settled Ted into a position that was more comfortable for him to carry.

Bakade had Nugget tucked back under her arm. She nodded at Sentenza.

"Whoa! That's no way to treat a lady," Pockets called out.

The wolf's growl was muffled under the ice that held his jaw shut. He tried to swipe at Pockets with his sword, but she was too close to hit with such a massive weapon.

And whenever he turned around, the handcuff around his leg pulled the clown closer to him. With her arm occupying the other half of the handcuffs, the wolf couldn't ever really get away from her.

WHAM!

The robot slammed its fist down towards the wolf and clown. The wolf tried to jump off to the side, but Pocket jumped the other way. The handcuffs strained and then the two of them were pulled back together and their bodies slammed into each other.

"Seems she's got them pretty well distracted." Sentenza commented as he shifted his shoulders again.

"Wwweeee sssshhhooouuulllldddd hhhhuuuurrrryyyyy." Bakade suggested.

"Fair enough." Sentenza nodded as he carried Ted like a sack of potatoes. "Don't know when she'll get bored and stop being helpful. Let's see if we can get the witch to keep them safe while she fixes our ride out of here."

Bakade pointed down at the strange room. "Ttthhhaaattt ttthhhiiinnnggg?" She asked.

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Sentenza nodded. "Don't worry, it's worse than it looks kiddo."

"Phew, that was close." Pockets sighed as she wiped off a surprisingly large amount of sweat from her forehead.

The machine cautiously lifted its fist. A giant airbag was sitting between it and the two creatures below.

PFFFFFTTT

Air sputtered out of the protective device as it deflated. But, before it could finish and Pocket could re-pocket it, the wolf twisted his head and sliced it in half with his sword.

"Aw man," Pockets pouted. "I really like using that for a bust gag when I fall down. And you just ruined it."

The wolf looked unamused as the chill around him seemed to intensify.

Ice quickly collected on the chain that held the handcuffs together. A few icicles began to hang down as more and more ice gathered on it.

Pockets looked down and lifted up her hand as she looked as the ice spread across their connection and even her arm began to ice over.

"Whoa, chill out with that, will you?" Pockets said before she did a quick tap dance and followed it up with jazz hands.

The wolf was clearly furious. His murderous intent was so palpable it was almost toxic. And as the robot tried to crush them both again, the wolf and Pockets repeated their last mistake. They both went the opposite direction they had last time, and were stopped by their binding.

As the hand lifted away, there were not two crushed bodies underneath. No, instead there was an oversized magnet. On the magnet was a picture of a first inside a red circle with a line through it.

"Phew, that was a close one." Pocket sighed before she threw away the magnet. "Won't be needing that again!"

The wolf's muscles flexed and strained as he stood firmly on the ground. The robot slammed its hands together and interlaced its fingers. It raised both fists up above its head and it slammed them down towards the wolf and clown again.

And for a third time, Pockets and the wolf jumped in different directions.

Snap!

They didn't get forced back together this time. No, the ice seemed to have weakened things enough to allow it to snap right off. But, the handcuffs were perfectly fine.

"Ahh! My hand!" Pockets cried as she held up her frigid stump.

Her gloved hand was still dangling from the handcuffs attached to the wolf's leg. The wolf didn't seem to care as he immediately rushed towards the redheaded clown with his sword at the ready.

Pockets frowned. "Shoot, that was my favorite hand too." Her other hand slowly rose up. She quickly looked at it and chuckled. "Oh, uh. Except for you of course! No one can compete with you Lefty."

She reached into her side pocket and pulled out a rusty hook hand. She carefully set it on her stub and then nodded.

A moment later, the hook fell off.

Pockets pouted and bent over. She scooped up the hook hand and licked the bottom of it then stuck it back on her stump.

But, it fell off again.

She put her hand and her stump on her hips and shook her head.

Schwing!

Before she could bend over again, the wolf's sword passed right where her neck was. But it passed over nothing but air. Pockets stood there with no head for a moment.

Then, her head popped back up like a turtle's. She reached up and put her hands all over her head as if to see it was really there.

"Phew, that was close." She wiped her right hand over her forehead. Then, she seemed to realize what had happened, and held her mouth open in shock. "Righty, you're all right!" She shouted for joy.