[Leo's been running around everywhere, honestly. Trying to help with the sand barriers, trying to help fight the nightmare monsters. This day has been A Mess. But as he's running around, he spots a familiar figure, also trying to work on the barriers but looked to be in a bit of trouble.]
Buford, give him a hand! Festus, air support! [Buford, the three legged magical table whistles in reply, a metal claw coming out from his underside with a trowel in hand to help with patching the wall. Festus, the small bronze dragon, flies overhead, blasting fire at the monsters trying to get through the barricade.]
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Buford, give him a hand! Festus, air support! [Buford, the three legged magical table whistles in reply, a metal claw coming out from his underside with a trowel in hand to help with patching the wall. Festus, the small bronze dragon, flies overhead, blasting fire at the monsters trying to get through the barricade.]
Back-up's here, Z-man! What can I do?