Wolfwood has the Punisher for once, and for good reason; lately things have been so hectic, he knew it was only a matter of time before shit got overboard. The way he saw it, Luceti was a greener, more magical version of Gunsmoke right now. Can't stop violence in a group so clearly hardened by their lives and selfishly jumping at a chance for some sort of sad control over anything, everything.

He knew it wasn't true of all the refugees, but that couldn't be said for the other ones. The ones trying to raid a goddamn bar, anyway.

"Worse comes to worse, I can force an entry, get 'em where it hurts most. Either way, just lemme know where you need me."