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[b]Dhṛtarāṣṭra - Night, School District 15, Inside Office Building[/b]

"Weird for you to pick a terrorist suit, hero!"

The leggy, endowed girl was very 'quick on the uptake'. It was not good for any skedaddling attempts, but it was making this night super exciting, you know?! He was the distraction, so the bigger the flash, the bigger the bang, the better it was for his friend's goal! Easy, right? Even in the dusty darkness, the wide grin was very visible on Dhṛtarāṣṭra's sharp looks. He was 'seriously pumped' right now, because he and her were really going to make a scene here.

He would have landed later than her, but her 'fast-thinking' meant he was gonna have to 'scratch that off the list'. The landing was a 'no-go' for him. The same moment the dust flew for his eyes and she stepped in, his fingers were pointing forth, and the air between them detonated like a firework, a flash of light, heat and noise that blew more and more of the dust into the air ... and sent him flying [i]unnaturally[/i] (but purposefully, heat radiating from his back) away from her, his feet skidding along the wall of the room with loud screeches. If he was going to be rude about it, then he would say it 'hurt like a bitch', and his face was contorting into winces from the pain. It was not as intense as the one he had catalysed earlier, because all this wanted to do was simply push him away so he could get on the wall, right? But it still hurt a lot, and his eyes were all runny and red.

He dropped to the floor with an 'oof'. He was putting the distance between them. That girl was probably all okay, maybe a little more dazed than him after the explosion 'took her around the block' for a bit, but that would buy him some time to 'get his bearings' as well. Except he didn't get that time, because the moment the blonde staggered up, he had to deal with the chair coming at him 'completely out of the blue'. Not at all expected by Dhṛtarāṣṭra, right?

The windows had shattered opened and some new fellow had come in to throw a chair at him. It looked like telekinesis, but if it was something else, it still looked like TK. 'If it quacks like a duck, then it's a duck' was the idiom, yes?. He dove for the floor once again, but the edge of the chair caught him in his left shoulder, sending him spiralling into a roll along the floor. The pain was lancing through his arm like lightning.

Not good at all.

But his distraction was getting more people to see him. That was very good, yes? Very exciting as well, right? Dhṛtarāṣṭra decided that his plan 'had it in the bag'. He pushed himself up, gasping for breath from the stinging pain. He was closer to the newcomer and the window now, while the girl was further back. Two people. A broken window if he wanted to get out. A hole in the ceiling if he wanted to get out. Lots of things to play with in the office complex.

There should have been a need to worry here, but he did not mind at all!

He picked up the metal leg of the office chair, which had rolled near him after the chair had nicked him and crashed into the wall, splitting entirely in half. The casters were still connected, their wheels swivelling as he lifted it up. It was good to have a makeshift weapon, right? And it could be useful in other ways too, yes? He held it aloft, twitching it slightly to beckon his foes to come.
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[b]Gandharva - Night, School District 15, The Street[/b]

Despite his attempts at disguising himself from view, it appeared that one of the individuals had managed to notice his presence. If it had been in any other situation, he would have been in a great conundrum, and very much shamed by a failure to perfectly remove every single trace of himself. However, the focus he had placed on speed over properly, elegantly carrying out his tasks had ensured that the more perceptive and attentive would discover him. It was an unfortunate turn of events, and Gandharva could not say he was not disappointed in himself. Yet he had never possessed much choice in the matter.

His escape was undignified, and even as his feet pounded rhythmically against the cold tarmac, the lifeless, flaccid body upon his shoulders jerked to and fro, its distorted form serving as more discomfort for him in this unwanted and unfortunate task. It was too unsubtle an operation. As unsubtle as the screams of his pursuer, whose footsteps were becoming closer and closer.

Faster and faster.

In the nightly silence of the district's less-visited areas, the rapid advance of his pursuer could be incredibly intimidating. It was at an unnatural pace that the screaming demon seemed to run with, suggesting the presence of Esper powers. That was an irritating talent to deal with. Far more irritating than the wild pink substance that arced through the darkness above him, failing to reach its mark and instead colliding with a nearby lamppost, consuming the metal and blinding the once-dull illuminance forever.

Humankind was renowned for its ability to aim its throws, but if his location was unknown to that attacking Esper, then the dangers they represented were low, any shot of that strange substance diverging from his true direction. It was the beastly European that was at the forefront of the obstacles that could halt his retreat.

Gandharva's left hand unconsciously moved to his waist.

If they got any closer, then he would need to deal with them as quickly and elegantly as possible.

He continued to run, rapidly turning a corner into a dark alleyway. He had a destination in mind, a place where he could rendezvous with his comrade. Relying on a public arena to mask his movements was undignified, a risk that could as easily turn upon him if he were to make a single misstep. However, the Dianoid was the chosen location for his rendezvous. It would simply have to do.