[b][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBfOVzHdDbA]Dhṛtarāṣṭra - Night, School District 15, Inside Office Building[/url][/b]

"Only when Academy City is governed under the A-Laws can permanent peace be accomplished!"

His luck with opponents seriously blew. It just was not fun when the other kept 'no-selling' his explosions. He wanted to be the centre of attention, make a distraction with a big boom, easy, but explosions were 'a no-go' with her around. She looked like she was getting stronger and faster with every hit, which was 'bad juju'. If his reflexes slowed even a bit, then her knockers would be knocking him on his ass, right? So he pushed himself into overdrive, body jerking back with equally [i]unnatural[/i] motions as her attack began. He had to 'think on his feet', right? Get even the tiniest extra bit of space, no matter how much his back burned.

Dhṛtarāṣṭra couldn't just attack. Any movement forth, and the psychokinetic would 'pelt him with tomatoes' and turn his body into the colour of tomatoes. Any attempt at just trying to 'skedaddle' would make tomatoes out of his eyes. And there was no real time to get around those.

He only had seconds. Less than that.

Minimising his movements was important, right?

One foot left the floor. His body was falling back like a collapsing tower. Scissors literally missing him by a hair. Except now there was no way he could physically control his body by himself, yes. She would be on him like 'jam on toast' within seconds, right? It was a very last-ditch plan. [I]Catalyse.[/I] No explosion this time. He did not know whether or she would be delayed enough, but the floor between them began to collapse, a massive gaping maw opening up into the level below them. It would take him down too, but that was fine.

His back burned again.

[i]Catalyse.[/i]

Dhṛtarāṣṭra spun through the air towards the shattered window as the newest explosion's shockwave carried him painfully away from his enemy. He was minimising his movements, but using that did not mean he was moving, right?

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Dhṛtarāṣṭra's back screamed with fire, the overwhelming pain overtaking all other feeling.

However, it would be his 'ticket outta here'.

As he fell from the building and into the night, his baggy jacket burnt away. The source of his unnatural, sudden and jerking motions revealed itself.

The jetpack's thrusters ignited.

Dhṛtarāṣṭra took to the skies.

"Sayonara!" he managed to bite out through a grimace. "I will be going [b]Ahead[/b]!"[hr]
[B]Gandharva - Night, School District 15, The Alleyway[/B]

He had underestimated the savagery of the European. The makeshift geysers had taken Gandharva entirely by surprise, their unannounced assault having nearly rendered him little more than a useless clump of mangled flesh, a collection of proteins that would not even be suitable for a dog to feast upon. Yet he had managed to survive, although if his competence (or lack thereof) remained as it was currently, it was unlikely for him to continue doing so. As heavy a blow it had been to his dignity, the bruised ribs were a greater consequence of the unexpected (and unwanted) change in his fortunes.

How inelegant of him. In order to survive that attack, he had been forced to shameful methods, using the corpse he carried as a shield to bear the brunt of the powerful jets of pressurised water. Even now the mangled woman's remains laid atop of him, pinning him against the cold and wet brick walls in the darkness of the alleyway. If he were more of an optimist, then he would have attempted to continue with the retrieval of the corpse, but it appeared that he would need to discard what was proper and follow in the footsteps of his comrade.

This was a situation that could have been avoided had that woman been less careless. It was truly vexing to know that his injuries and their discovery by third-parties had been brought about due to her simple inability to carry about her duties with the correct procedure. It should not have been their duty to rectify her mistakes.

And now, that was growing to seem more and more impossible.

The only silver lining was the damage the body had taken over the course of his escape.

Gandharva allowed light to shimmer around him once more, his eyes squinting shut as he calculated the angles at which the rays would be allowed to bend. The water would still impact him, making his discovery far easier for the torch-wielding savage that he could see approaching. Thus, it was necessary that he performed the calculations as quickly as possible even as he escaped. His pursuer's powers were not defined to him as of yet; to engage would simply be far too much of a risk.

Even if he was to shame himself by fleeing, there was no victory in inelegantly throwing oneself at an unknown.

With the water still roaring around them, Gandharva pushed the corpse off his body, heaving to his body with a hiss that he held inside. He would need to revise his judgement of how intense his injuries had been. Now that he had found his way onto his feet, the pain had only become greater. He gripped tightly with his left hand as he staggered away. The beam of the torch had yet to land upon him, but the calculations were already being performed within his brain.

[right]Angle of incidence.

Wave amplitude.

Constructive interference.

Diffraction grating.

Particle intensity.

Quantisation.[/right]

An Esper, in most situations, would unconsciously perform them as they sought to impress their Personal Realities upon the World itself. That was a luxury he was lacking, particularly in this shameful state. He righted himself as he slowly walked backwards down the alleyway, energies focused on the core aim of maintaining his own invisibility perfectly.

The body had been abandoned. Maybe it would be bait, maybe not.

However, his invisibility was now perfect. It would serve as cover for his escape. That was the only choice he possessed. Each painful step was not allowed to disturb him.