[i]Fuck that.[/i]

The pizza delivery robots from Hell were clever, Daisuke'd give 'em that. A frontal assault hadn't worked, so the shiny little fuckers were getting clever. Making use of their numbers to try and divide and conquer. Realistically, there wasn't a snowball's chance in Hell that he'd be able to stop both fronts. He saw them going for the newcomer, the guitar case girl, and going for Kimiko. Seven in total. Couldn't be in two places at once, could he? The delinquent was, unfortunately, still bound by the laws of physics.

Not that he really gave a fuck.

Long, long time ago there was a knot supposedly no one could ever undo. If you [i]could[/i] then they'd put you in charge of whatever backwater thought that was a good way to pick a leader. He didn't remember the story very well, but he [i]did[/i] remember how someone finally went and solved it. He just cut the knot. Pretty clever, if you asked Daisuke, and a damn good lesson. If you're lookin' at a complex problem, chances are there's a simple solution. Like being in two places at once. 

"[i]Benkei![/i]" The delinquent hollered, tossing his staff in the fearsome Persona's direction and breaking into a dead run headed the opposite way. The manifestation of his being got the message and plucked the makeshift staff out of the air, throwing himself in the opposite direction as his master. A movement that, most notably, put the towering warrior monk between Kimiko and shards of ice that threatened to skewer Daisuke's best customer. They impacted against him instead, and if the Persona felt discomfort (or if it could) it didn't show. The icy projectiles failed to pierce his defenses, though not without some damage; unlike the fireballs, ice [i]did[/i] hit. Which meant one front dealt with.

The other was going to be a bit closer. He could see the DRUs charging up their pizza-based attack, and the mental image of supernatural Italian food slicing through flesh and bone briefly flashed through his mind. Like the poor soul who'd taken one in the arm. Nothing quite like horror to add some incentive, and he found his feet moving faster than he'd normally have though possible. Normally he might've been a little concerned about how people might react to seeing a tall, wild-haired, somewhat reformed delinquent charging at them in full sprint. Now he didn't really have time to worry about that.

Contrary to how things usually go, the next few seconds didn't seem to slow down; if anything they went by too fast for Daisuke to really register. He pushed off the ground [i]hard[/i], turning himself into a projectile aimed at guitar case girl. His arm caught around her waist, knocking her off her feet none too gently. Both of them started falling. He heard the pizzas fly. And he felt the incredibly uncomfortable sensation of one tearing through the back of his shirt, just barely [i]not[/i] flaying his back, and then the even more uncomfortable sensation of the side of his face hitting pavement.

Not pleasant.

But a lot more pleasant than bein' that knot himself, so he didn't really have room to complain.