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[sub]Main Stage Audience Area, Dianoid, District 15[/sub][/center]

Yu-Ri furrowed her brow as the stagelight drone rose up once more, dented at some parts, with its glass lights shattered by that first swooping impact, but otherwise intact. So much for doing all this quickly. A quick scan of the room revealed no one else interested in applying their psychic wizardry, but that was par course for students.

Just children after all, most of who would have never seriously considered something like this ever.

Rushing towards the hole in the door, the schoolgirl in mourning clothes expanded her own AIM field as the drone flew down to intercept once more. For a moment, it looked as if collision was inevitable, but in the next, a chunk of the machine disappeared completely, sparking, severed circuitry passing only one inch above Yu-Ri’s head as she slid below it, through the hole in the door.

And with that, she was out.

Now what?