[hr][i][h1][color=FFD700]Asuma Obokata[/color].[/h1][/i][sub][/sub][hr] [i][u]Havenfield Market, Roseview.[/u][/i] Asuma heard the violence before he saw or felt it. It began with a serious of loud sharp bangs, and was quickly followed by the sounds of screaming. Asuma and the others were just outside the DOVE exhibit when the shit hit the fan. Before he knew what was happening hordes of people began rushing out of the very entrances that he was trying to enter. Fear and adrenaline pushed the people forward in a desperate rush for survival, and the human stampede rolled over and crushed anyone that stood in its way. “Shit! Run!” yelled Asuma, violently tugging at Rexx and one of the others, both of which had briefly been stunned by shock. As the two seemed to snap back into reality, the entire group began running away just as everyone else seemed to be. Quickly Asuma pulled off his stupid pumpkin hat and violently threw it aside so that he could actually have a good view of his surroundings and the chaos that was unfolding. They were running over the little open expanse on the north side of the exhibit, and dashed towards the rows of market stools ahead. The large crowds that were fleeing quickly dissipated from the area as they all ran off in various directions. Asuma had just about reached the false safety of the stalls when out of nowhere… [b][i]BOOOOOOM![/i][/b] [hr][i][h1][color=7bcdc8]Niklas Amundsson[/color].[/h1][/i][sub][/sub][hr] [i][u]Flight R-452[/u][/i] Large reclinable leather cream chair by a window, a little personal table covered in complementary snacks and drinks, a little TV screen, and no irritating little children – It was safe to say that Inspector Niklas was content with the first class seating on the flight from Washington DC to Baybridge. TIMRA covered the flight expense up to business class, but Niklas was happy to fork over the little extra himself for the upgrade. Given the amount of flying and travelling he did, he [i]needed[/i] luxury seating. “Hello Sir, is there anything I can get for you? More drinks? Another pillow?” Niklas turned his head and looked up at the source of the soft alluring voice – an attractive young flight attendant, with golden blond hair and a tight red uniform skirt. She flashed him a modest little smile, her teeth of perfectly formed and pearly white. She truly matched the image of a hot-flight attendant that the air-companies and movies liked to impose on the public, and Niklas wasn’t complaining. “No thank you miss. I have everything I need.” He replied with a little smile as he patted his little desk in indication. “Well if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask. Our [i]first[/i] priority is you.” As the attendant walked off towards another customer, Niklas couldn’t help but admire her tight peach derrière as it swayed with her every movement. His eyes only eventually trailed off her when his peripheral vision saw flashes of light emanating from his personal TV. [b][centre]”Attack in Baybridge – Causalities not confirmed – Harvest Festival Targeted”[/centre][/b] The scrolling headline on the news channel, along with the accompanying live helicopter stream, was more than enough to grab his attention. Understandably concerned for a number of reasons (including the fact that his plane was heading there), Niklas quickly scrambled for his headphones and plugged them in. “Whilst we still do not know exactly what is going on down there, it is clear that there are a number of small scale battles going on and it’s safe to assume that there’s been a number of causalities. According to eye-witness reports coming through, individuals claim that the attackers bare resemblance to the attackers that were filmed attacking London recently.” “Holy shit.” Niklas whispered before letting out a deep breath and letting his head sink back into the chair. [hr][i][h1][color=FFD700]Asuma Obokata[/color].[/h1][/i][sub][/sub][hr] [i][u]Havenfield Market, Roseview.[/u][/i] “What… the…” Asuma couldn’t tell whether or not he said those words out-loud, not that it really mattered. As his eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the scene around him, he could tell some sort of blast had gone off. There was some light burning on his left side, leaving him feeling raw, and he could tell that he had broken one or two of his ribs. He must have been thrown by whatever the hell exploded. “Hey, that one’s still alive!” came a strange muffled voice nearby, followed by a little menacing chuckle. Not that Asuma heard this – all he could hear was a painful ringing from the blast. “I’ll take care of him.” Asuma tried to get to his feet, but could only get as far as going on all fours due to a loss of balance. It was whilst in this kneeled position with his head down that one of the Hound’s troopers gave Asuma a large kick to the side, sending him rolling onto his back. It caught the victim completely off guard and made it easier for the masked trooper to pin him down. One knee on Asuma’s right arm, one hand on Asuma’s left, and one hand wrapped tightly around his throat. “I fucking love watching the light fade from their eyes.” The large man chuckled sadistically as he clenched his hand even tighter around Asuma’s throat. It was a poor choice of words though. Without warning, Asuma quickly focussed as much energy as he could into his eyes, sending out an intense beam of light and blinding his attacker. The attacker lost enough balance and grip for Asuma to turn the tables and roll him off before switching places. Now on-top, Asuma placed his hand over the man’s mask rather than his throat, and began scorching the man’s head with intense infra-red radiation. As the mask began to melt onto the man’s skin, he began letting out an inhuman wail of agony and began writhing around frantically. “Son-of-a!” roared a voice from behind. Asuma’s hearing had returned just enough to catch the remark, and he managed to turn around just in time to blind the opponent with a blast of light from his hand before he took a bullet to the back. Instead the other masked figure’s shots blew up a cone of dirt to Asuma’s flank. Not willing to let the shooter get in another shot, Asuma let off another brighter flash before desperately darting off further into the little maze of market stools.