[Houston continued to zip in and out of the area, carrying bystanders to safety. A few times he had to dodge a blow swung his way but his powers helped evade. Once he had gotten just about all of them, he came running back again. This time the Crabhammers seemed to plan ahead, several distracting him with projectiles to avoid while another threw down a bag of marbles. Houston yelped as he tripped, windmilling his arms as he fell and slid into the side of a tipped over van.]
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Ow.