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[@Plank Sinatra] [@Crimmy] [/center]

[color=4169e1][i]What the fuck.[/i][/color]

It was bad luck she'd been noticed, her foe'd turned to flee and spotted her. Otherwise she'd have had him. But as surprising as she'd been to him, the concrete beneath her feet turning to dust was [i]completely[/i] out of left field. One second it was there, solid as can be, and the next her foot hit open air. Not long to process at all, so instinct took over; she only had a few moments before hitting the floor below, she needed to mitigate. The dust did some of that for her, the thick layer that accumulated below her serving to deaden some of the initial impact. Didn't feel great, falling a story, but she knew how to land. She let her knees bend to absorb most of the remaining energy, and stopped her forward motion by letting her closed fist hit the ground. The impact jarred all the way up to her shoulder, but her knuckles were okay. That was what her gloves were meant to mitigate, after all. 

Her surroundings were dark, Umeko'd landed in an office. Along with her adversary. She didn't know the layout, but hopefully he didn't either. He had been closer to the edge of the roof so she had him against a wall for now. She needed to push before he could capitalize on the change of scenery. The attacker had been built more like a runner, lithe instead of bulky, so he'd probably be fast if she let him get away. Not going to happen. Keep him away from the exits. Whoever he was, he was in league with whoever'd killed that woman. Hesitating could get her killed. This was a fight for real. No playing fair.

So as soon as she landed, she took a fistful of the dust below her hand and hurled it at the man's eyes. She stepped in quick as lightning, keeping her center of gravity low, and threw a left jab at her adversary's ribs. He'd tried to flee when she neared, Umeko was willing to bet he wasn't much of a close range fighter. His Esper ability was a wild card; a reaction of some kind, probably exothermic. Corrosion? Wouldn't explain the explosion. But either way, she just needed to keep up the pressure; stay in close, keep him on the back foot. She could do that.

With any luck her jab would connect, but if it didn't her guard was still up. She'd work from there. 

[color=4168e1]"I wanted to be working on my Exia, asshole!"[/color]