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[b]Dhṛtarāṣṭra - Night, School District 15, Nearby Rooftop[/b]

The secrecy of their cause was indeed 'shot to hell'. But even if there was no way to sneakily snatch the snitch away from the crowd, he still should not lose help. It was not, if his English idiomatic language was 'on point', a situation that had become 'FUBAR'. There was still time to nab a victory, you see? Dhṛtarāṣṭra was not too worried. If the distraction got everyone to focus on him instead of the dead woman, then the connection from the body would be 'out of their hands', easy.

His explosion was the very example of 'bang for his buck', right? The people of the crowd were all laid low or coming right for him, so his trying to 'take one for the team' had been a success. For the goal of his friend, he had 'gotten them off his back', so there were no groundbound steel railings. There was an airbound steel railing flung his way, and [i]if[/i] it hit him, he might end up like a 'shish-kebab'. That wasn't good. So he needed to get rid of it, right?

Dhṛtarāṣṭra pointed as fast as he could, fingers pretending to be a gun.

This was a situation where he needed to 'think fast'.

"Catalyse."

Where there was once a piece of railing was now many pieces of brown-orange metal. They were like flakes, moving fast (but slowing down at an intense rate) at him but falling right apart mid-journey and losing altitude before his very eyes. Something like a speedy steel stake would kill Dhṛtarāṣṭra, but if it was a decelerating clumpy cloud of coppery chunks, then he could get right out of the way, yes? And give him time to see the blob of pink coming at him.

He simply had zero clue on what it was, so there was a need to worry here.

Dhṛtarāṣṭra was 'taking one for the team', but that was no reason to be 'blindsided' by a fist of pink he knew not of.

There was a simple solution: 'skedaddle'.

But running 'at full blast' ran itself into an obstacle.

It was a Japanese girl, and she and her toned legs had managed to silently jump all the way onto the rooftop with him. That was 'completely out of the blue', just like her vest. This was a big worry. Her Esper power was sneakier than he thought it could be, you know? Dhṛtarāṣṭra tried not to panic, but there was very little time. He needed to think even faster.

What could he make use of right now?

[I]Floor is ... stone? It is not too thick, hopefully? Yes, that is simple then, right?[/I]

"Catalyse!"

Before they could react, and before the pink blob of something could strike him, the ground beneath him and the physically-endowed Japanese girl crumbled into a mass of dust. Both of them immediately fell in.

The pink blob flew past his head as he 'took a dive'.[hr][b]Gandharva - Night, School District 15, The Street[/b]

The plan was an inelegant one. Yet despite how bereft it was in any dignity and subtlety, it was the best option available to them. It was an option he found distasteful. However, the explosion of heat and air around the unfortunate soul with the mobile device had been successful in serving as a distraction. A distraction that had stunned the crowd and drawn the attention of some individuals. Attention that, with Dhṛtarāṣṭra having incited the some of the crowd in front of that aging building into action, could no longer be directed towards him.

Thus, they did not notice his descent into the chilly night from the rooftop, nor were they aware of the pounding of his footsteps as he darted across the black tarmac, sounds drowned out by the ringing aftermath of the blast. He had discarded decorum for alacrity. In order to contrive a competent solution to the conundrum foisted upon them by that unprofessional, unsubtle individual, there was a need to act as quickly as possible. As suddenly as possible. He clamped down on the quiet dread within the confines of his stomach, his senses focused entirely on that body, likely to be the least of the crowd's worries after his comrade's shocking intrusion.

Under the dull illuminance of the lampposts, his body could not be seen. He was invisible to the naked eye, the shimmering layer distorting light to leave no sign of his presence. Only sound, drowned out by the chaos around them, emanated from his footsteps. The footsteps drawing him closer to the body.

He ignored the crowd. They did no matter in any form to him.

The body was what he sought. A mistake borne from the actions of another. The cornerstone of the unfortunate scene he had to rectify.

He darted past the boy with the phone, now prone from the blast. He ignored the rising heat from the indigo-haired individual, shaken by the sound. With his dignified strength and graceful dexterity, he scooped the corpse off the ground and threw it onto his shoulder, light shifting around them to make the body disappear as well.

It was not at all elegant.

However, Gandharva had no other choice.

That was why he had begun his escape down the street.