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Shun seemed to only get more fired up as the test went on, rather than losing energy. The mysterious weaving alleyways may have been daunting to a normal person, but to an idiot like Shun they were simply the setting of some cheesy street-level hero movie, and he was the star. He was tempted to start bounding off the walls and around corners with his quirk to enhance his mobility; the only thing stopping him being, not a rational plan to conserve his quirk's stamina for when he'd actually need it, but a sympathetic glance back toward the boy tailing him [i](pun not intended)[/i]. Shun had already vowed that he wouldn't slow himself down for anyone here, and he wouldn't, but speeding up when Shiki seemed to already be lagging behind was just mean-spirited. 

When they emerged on the scene of the ruined commercial district, he remained similarly unintimidated. He did a quick sweep of the areas that weren't too obscured by mist to get a good look at from where he stood, tentatively deciding that his quirk would work well here, provided he didn't have to do any particularly heavy lifting. The mailbox in the middle gave him pause, though; a flash of bright red contrasting with the dull grayness of the foggy rest of the area. Obvious trap? Colorful diversion? Happy accident? Fortunately, it didn't really matter anymore; Shiki seemed to have a solution to the psychological warfare presented by the ominous postal container. 

[color=2EFEC8]"I'll stay close, yell if you need me. We can gather up a bunch of dolls and drag them back all at once."[/color] He called, following the injured wails toward the closest pillaged storefront and peaking his head inside through the shattered remains of a large display window for any dummies that would be relatively easy for him to rescue right off the bat. 

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