[i]'Ai yahh... that was TOO close...'[/i] Julian thought as he dropped down from the sky towards the roof of the building. [b][i]'You still got caught, Julian. Now you can't be seen, there's no way they won't recognize you.'[/b][/i] Senyuko sounded just as scared as Julian had been when Kisheto forced the group to reveal their powers. [i]'Aye, but I don't plan on settling hea'. We'll be gone in no time, no worries.'[/i] Julian walked over to the edge of the narrow building; it was connected to similar looking buildings that went up for about five stories. They resembled town houses in every aspect. Peering over the edge, Julian saw Kisheto jump from rooftop to rooftop with Kiara on his back. Eventually, he landed in an alley behind the building on which Julian stood. [i]'Yup, just as I thought. It was building 113.'[/i] 

Below, Kisheto forced himself to stop by skidding on the ground. The speed at which he traveled was far greater than anything before, and he was thrilled to have exercised his powers to a new degree. [i]'Whoa... I could get used to this...'[/i] he thought as he finally slowed to a walk. Stopping, he let Kiara down gently, taking in a deep breath as he was relieved of the pressure that previously pressed against his windpipe. "Whew... that wasn't so bad, was it? We made it!" he said with a smile as he lightly tapped the side of Kiara's arm. To him, the entire scene was a glorious escapade in which he saved the damsel in distress. Subconsciously, he felt obligated to save Kiara, though he didn't realize it. He didn't think - he just acted.

[b][i]'You.... you fool...'[/b][/i] came the voice of the mysterious being that resided in Kisheto's spirit. This time, Kisheto did not flinch. He was still looking at Kiara with a bright smile, though it vanished when the being spoke. [i]'I kept us alive, didn't I?'[/i] 

[b][i]'...You might just be the luckiest imbecile to have walked upon Aeros.'[/b][/i]

Kisheto couldn't help but smile just a little at the comment. Turning his attention back on Kiara, he tilted his head to look at her face and asked, "You aren't hurt are you?" He didn't notice the scrapes and wounds lining his chest and neck; the adrenaline and endorphin were still rushing within him.