Eddie stumbled up, one hand tapping on his ear, which had been deafened by the gunshot in close proximity. For now, sheer adrenaline would carry him through. He walked over to Rose’s unconscious body and, with his last electromagnetic star (which he really needed a simpler name for) tethered her arms and legs together, so that all of her extremities were locked to one another. Unfamiliar with the ways of the Dojo, Eddie figured that there would be some kind of police force to detain her eventually—after all, he hadn’t really expected himself to win the fight, so he hadn’t planned this far in advanced. For now, he had a few things to take care of. His staves were gone, but he could replace them eventually. What mattered now was the $150,000 briefcase that he now carried in his hands, all the stuff that he’d left behind, and the issue with the gunshot that he’d heard from the apartment. The latter would have to come first. He broke off into a jog, seeking to check on the apartment’s residents, returning the money and making sure that nobody had been seriously hurt.