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[b]Location / Foreign District[/b]
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His run was unimpeded. Good. There was nothing Honda could have done at that range to really slow him down anyway. He was like a runaway freight train, and yet he didn't need to slow down at all. Because at that moment, what lay between him and his retreating enemy, was a building. A BUILDING THAT WAS SIDING WITH A SARACEN! With all the subtle grace of a Boeing 737, he crashed through the front doors of [i]"Tim and Eric's Accounting firm."[/i] Thankfully, both Tim, Eric, and their secretary were at a noodle shop three blocks down celebrating that they finally managed to turn a profit, and nobody was around when a crazed blonde man tore through their glass doors. The rest of the building was a mostly straight hallway with a backdoor at the far end, so Roland just blitzed through and smashed through that. Leaving two broken doors, and a mangled desk that had been in his way. 

This shortcut meant one thing in particular. As Honda was touching the ground, Roland was blasting his way through the emergency exit. A steel door spinning through the air, unintentionally aimed towards Honda's exposed backside as he retreated. Even a moment's hesitation from Honda would allow the blitzkrieg'ing Berserker to close that gap. [color=00a99d]"IT'S ME!"[/color] Roland roared, as his makeshift projectile door was baring down to rip Honda in half. 

Sword in hand, Roland's attack began. The glorious blade Durandal began to hack back and forth. Each attack a pinpoint strike, as the air seemed to explode around him with each snap of the blade. A barrage of blows, each building on the last in a way a wild instinct might. A primal instinct. If for a moment Honda slowed, the blade would surely slice through an unguarded limb, or simply batter him till his bones broke.