[color=5048cd][b]Ryuji Igarashi - Hitting Traffic - District 19[/b][/color]

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The girl [i]flew.[/i]

More spectacular than even that in one moment she wasn't there, and the next she was, she did so with one powerful leap, soaring clear over his head and the beast's both and comfortably, gingerly landing behind him. Her takeoff started at the balcony, at least some three floors up, just ahead of him— far too exotic a height for anyone their ages to be casually jumping from. As the flash of white and gold skimmed the very top of his vision, he placed her voice immediately even through his awe. Between that unusually familiar tone and manner of address to the slightly foreign accent on some of her vowels it could be only one person—  

It was clear now that there was more to the girl's infallible answering of the door right as he walked up to it than sheer good timing. He had always been told District 19 was a rough one, and now he owed everyone back at Luigi's an apology. The "normal chick" he delivered to there?

Not so much.

"Beyond the police" indeed. She was holding out on him [i]hard[/i]. For [i]shame[/i], Sieglinde! You couldn't just let a young guy think you're just an exotic foreigner when you had some form of ability up your sleeve! In Academy City no less— having preternatural jumping power and impact dampening alone could get you far here!

As soon as his backwards slide had started, it stopped— and through the wonders of Newton's third law, reversed back forward a ways as he pretty much just bounced off the girl's back as she stood to her full height from the landing.

He came to a halt of his own volition the instant after.

They pivoted in turn not even a second later, her to fully face the walking sludge, and he a half-step to keep the two in view. She made no show of noticing the collision, offering her glasses with a chipper grin and a hand on his shoulder. After feeling her measured grip, bouncing off of that unshakeable stance, and experiencing the rush of wind in her flight's wake, he amended his assessment of this girl— she was Strong. Not "strong", [i]Strong[/i].

He looked the girl in her shining cobalt eyes, for all in tents and purposes even with his own...

Except for the fact that one was focused on him. The other straight ahead—

A quick glance the other way drew the line between that "unfocused" eye and the antagonistic mud. Worth asking about later. For now—

He had another question for the beautiful blonde that had just swooped in to save him from a horrifying construct that actively defied nature.

[color=5048cd]"Yo. Sure. Did I die?"

[i]I've lived a good life, right? Seems like a Heavenly setup.[/i][/color]

He returned the greeting as casually as he got it, gingerly plucking the frames from her fingers and stepping off to the side. A touch more seriously now, if only throw a lower tone of the voice, he began to relay info once again. [color=5048cd]"Careful, when he screams it [i]hurts[/i] the hell out of your brai—"[/color]

As if called for, the mud began to advance, shrieking again in a sickening charge that continually assaulted the senses. It took all the pizza boy had to not drop to his knees again in pain—

[color=5048cd]"yeah it's a lot like that, I think it directly goes for consciousness"[/color]

But he didn't. And through grit teeth and a scrunched up face, he belted out the end of his precaution. 

He couldn't say he was ready for it to come without warning, but he could say he was beginning to adapt. Forcing one of his eyes open, he looked on as the thing barreled towards them, all flailing arms and horrible noise. He didn't know what the Nordic girl's full capabilities were—

But if there was one thing Igarashi did know, it was the importance of making a read. And for that, you needed information.

How did this thing fight, then? What was the plan for a [i]melee?[/i]