Kayla sighed, and looked to where the slowly growing protest group was making their stand. "That... actually seems like the smartest route to take. At the very least, it makes more sense than charging him head on." She began walking towards them, then turned back to her brother. "Coming?"<br/><br/>Cale, who had been staring at the number above his head for some time now, slowly turned to look at her with a somber expression. "117," he monotoned. "The lowest number on the board, aside from yours." He clenched his fists. "I'm even lower than that guy with the wolf! I-"<br/><br/>Kayla shook her head. "I already know where this is going. Just... don't hurt yourself, alright?" She turned away, and joined Scarlet's movement.<br/><br/>Cale nodded, then jumped onto the ruined remains of the bakery and drew his revolver. He fired six shots, then quickly switched to his bow. After releasing another volley, he swapped out for his swords. "Give me a low net worth, will you?" He looked at the longsword in his right hand and grinned. "You know... I think I actually just remembered something." He turned his head back to face the economancer, his grin becoming wider. "My father made these swords... out of spare metal from other projects. No money was spent in the creation of these weapons, and they aren't up for sale. Which means... THEY'RE OUTSIDE OF YOUR CONTROL, DOW JONES!"<br/><br/>He pointed the longsword at his enemy, and the shortsword away, striking a pose worthy of royalty as a particularly over-dramatic bolt of lightning struck behind him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!" he screamed as he leapt at Dow Jones. He swept his left sword forward, propelling himself into a spin, and in doing so breaking free from the grasp of normal physics. "IT'S TIME TO FOR SOME SPENDING CUTS THAT WILL CRASH THIS MARKET FOR GOOD! WHIRLING PRICE SLASH!!"