[center][h3]A War Torn Street [/h3]
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With a grunt, the man nodded lightly at Finch. "I suppose you have a point. So, here's the deal. Follow the smoke. It'll hide you, and protect you, and guide you forward. After a few blocks you'll be picked up by a man with lightning and a sword. It'll make sense. I'm staying to deal with this mess."

Before Finch could move, the ground beneath them shuddered and dropped. The man tsked in response, crushing the edges to create a ramp.

At that moment the creature rushed towards Guilt, and again the man sent it flying. This time he sent it up, easily clearing the storefront this time and sending it into the street beyond.

His foot tapping sped up even more, and the sirens grew louder. Three police would arrive within the minute.

Not that he worried.