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Umeko hated being right sometimes. 

That wasn’t something she’d ever mention to her partner-in-crime, because he’d parrot it at her whenever they argued. And it usually wasn’t actually about being right. Being right was good. Being right was [i]satisfying[/i]. The problem came when the thing she was right about backfired horribly. Sometimes with a small explosion. 

There was an explosion this time, but it wasn’t her fault. And it wasn’t very small. Somehow [i]had[/i] been hanging around, just like she thought. Someone who committed the crime, maybe, or someone with them. Explosions wouldn’t have caused the injuries on the poor woman, so if Umeko had to bet she wouldn’t have blamed the same person. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that someone hostile [i]was[/i] around, and she was [i]headed the wrong way[/i]. Camera girl was forgotten immediately, District 32’s resident [i]skidding[/i] to a stop on the pavement. A voice complained that these were [i]nice[/i] boots that the pavement had just abraded. That voice was muffled, buried behind the overwhelming impulses taking root. 

The hostile entity was behind her.

And it had fired in Griese’s general direction. 

She [color=4169e1][i]hurtled[/i][/color] back the way she had come, sprinting without regard for duration. Antiskill’s reaction time would be measured in minutes, and by then whatever was about to happen already would have. Standard advice would be to wait for the professionals. [i][color=4169e1]Fuck that.[/color][/i] She could see one person on the ground already, the guy who had placed the call. He moved, so he was still alive, but that was all Umeko could tell. These guys were playing for keeps. It was obvious no one was on the ground with them, which meant- [i][color=4169e1]up.[/color][/i] Top of the building. Two stories up, hostile son of a bitch spotted.

In the span of a millisecond, her plan was decided. And Kawaguchi Umeko [color=4169e1][i]growled[/i].[/color]

Her course altered just a few degrees, feet pounding the pavement even harder; but no matter how hard they hit, she made not a whisper; a stark contrast to the extreme, frenetic nature of her pace. After a few moments her foot came down [i]hard[/i], pushing off of the ground and into the air. 

Both feet came down on the dumpster, and shoved off [i]harder[/i].

Umeko [i]rocketed[/i] into the air, high enough to catch the edge of the roof with her palms and turn her remaining forward momentum into a somersault. She felt her reservoir dip, more than she usually liked to use but today was a very special case. A rotation later and she had ditched enough momentum to pop onto her feet, starting to close the distance between her and Son of a Bitch #1 at a jog. She’d hit the roof to his side; if he was paying as much attention to the scene as she thought, she’d have a few moments before he even realized she was on the roof. Helped that her esper ability ensured she made as much noise as a ghost.

He wasn’t far. In hand to hand, Kawaguchi was confident.

[i][color=4169e1]Hey there, asshole~![/color][/i]