[Yamcha blinks and stares at Tir for a long moment.] ...Uh? [Deep breath. He slips into a fighting position as he finally faces the creatures, expression concentrated. His hands make small movements in front of him, clawed and ready to pounce. (Even if ultimately ineffective: anything was worth a shot, right? Plus, the Roga Fufu Ken was always a good bet.)] R-Right. Me neither.
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