As a person came crashing into their table, Garret stopped moving, sitting stock-still with the money in his hand. He continued to do nothing until Alex up and left, at which point he held open his jacket and stuffed the entire stack of bills into an inner pocket.<span style="font-style: italic">"Lucky day,"</span>he mused, collecting the other items from the box as well. Just in time, too, as Larissa then threw the entire goddamn table out the door. He quickly reassembled everything, and after hefting it up under his arm, strolled out of the building with the intent to bail before anyone noticed he was even missing. Things seemed just chaotic enough for him to slip away.<br/><br/>His master plan was for naught, however, as a rather impressive group of raiders was outside. Garret let out an annoyed sigh, and rather dramatically slumped his shoulders.<span style="font-style: italic">"Goddamn it."</span>So much for a sneaky getaway. Straightening himself up, he rolled his shoulders and neck, then held his free hand out to his side. "Okay, if that's how it's gonna be," He grumbled. From his palm, a glowing light began to manifest. It stretched out into a long pole, and at the top, widened and flattened itself into a large, pointed blade. The light faded, and a heavy-looking spear hovered near his palm. He snatched it, and after giving it a few needlessly show-offy spins, slumped the weapon over his shoulder.<br/><br/>And then, he began to run forward. His stance was hardly one effective for normal spear use. Garret didn't intend to use it normally, however. As he drew nearer the bandits, he jumped. The ground around his feet kicked up dirt as some force sent him higher than a person could ever think to jump, at least twenty feet above the ground. While up there, he changed his spear's position once more, pointing it blade down. Another surge of force sent him flying downward, and he impacted the ground between multiple bandits. Once more, the surge appeared, this time in an outward bubble surrounding him. Many bandits around him were knocked about, causing a domino reaction as they stumbled over each other, or in the case of those closest to the impact, were flung from the ground and into their comrades.<br/><br/>He stood once more, wrenching his spear's blade from the ground. With it freed, he swung the pole around more like a staff than a spear, bashing recovering bandits over the head, or in the midsection or groin. He occasionally stopped to make sure he still had a grip on the package, but for the most part, he seemed to be holding his own pretty well.