In Defense of Our Women
"You stay away from Valeria!" Vincent proclaimed, hands already glowing with energy.
"What he said!" Franklin added as well, in rare agreement with Vincent for once.
"But, but I--" Young MacKenzie Rider feebly tried to explain, hugging the basketball to him. Valeria had told him she'd built a flying hoop.
"We know what you're up to!" Franklin insisted, stomping forward. "You're here to steal away my sister like his royal fishy-smell wanted to steal away my mom!"
"You cannot pass!" Vincent spread his legs and raised an actual wall of force between MacKenzie and the front door, moments before he and Franklin were each hefted by orange rocky hands engulfing their heads, adolescent bodies flailing in mid-air.
"Kid, go ahead 'n' go play. I'll find somethin' fer these yutzes t' do." Petunia Grimm's favorite nephew shook his head and rolled his eyes.
MacKenzie smiled and nodded as the wall dissipated, running off into the building.
"Now, we're hittin' the skee-ball out at Coney Island. Any complaints from the peanut gallery?" Grimm put the boys down.
"No Uncle Ben..." Franklin huffed, folding his arms.
Vincent gestured much the same, along with turning his head and refusing to comment.
"I thought so. C'mon." He pats the boys on the back and ushers them out the door.
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