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[h3]MgRonald's, District 7[/h3]
Of the many weapons that Man himself could carry unaided, the bazooka was one of those that were very likely to cause a massive stir when fired in the vicinity of large civilian crowds. Even when not properly utilised (and thus prevented from reaching its full potential in the righteous cause of destruction), the mere act of launching the projectile contained within was almost guaranteed to be distracting, and every single one of the events that followed Hisui's rotational response were proof.

[b]First:[/b] the pompadour'd, leather jacket-wearing individual engaged in combat with the two "do-gooders (classification pending)" was sufficiently distracted enough during his attempt to slap the projectile out of the air with his head-based hair that Shinjiro's kick landed true, snapping him back with barely enough time to "oof".

[b]Second:[/b] the contingent of Anti-Skill, having arrived right outside the restaurant with their patrol cars, were inaudible despite their megaphones due to the noise of the bazooka (and the screaming of the other customers), and thus the trio of troublemakers were too distracted to grant the authorities' demands any attention.

[b]Third:[/b] the distraction wrought by the collateral damage dealt to the MgRonald's increased, as the projectile fired by Hisui had still been knocked out of the way in time by the extending pompadour of the coughing young man currently on the floor, though "out of the way" was equivalent to "the other window" - a tidbit that resulted in glass spraying further over the restaurant floor.

[b]Fourth:[/b] there wasn't a fourth, because rather than allow themselves to be further distracted, the two on the scooter and sidecar immediately vamoosed (though the one called 'Chief' did take the time to, despite the blood covering his hands, throw a large, jagged piece of glass at Hisui with the precision of a throwing knife). Everything cracked and clinked underneath their vehicle as they made their escape, barreling right out of the window it'd entered from and immediately trying to swing past a Anti-Skill cop car.

They wanted to run.

And jumping up from the floor with a wheeze was the remaining young man, his extending hairpiece lashing out like a hook at Shinjiro's head while he was still caught up in offense. Bazookas were distracting, and he was going to take advantage of that.

"I told you, you ain't getting past me!"
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