[color=603F6E][center][h1][b]Agatha Loom[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

Just as Agatha would've safely pulled Jaden from the mob closing in on him, a massive wave of force slammed right into her. It didn't immediately swat her out of the sky, but it did send her kapulting in a spin until she landed onto the ground, likely knocking Rita off in the process. Her heart began to race, until she saw a glowing purple light from within the warehouse. Faintly, she saw a woman reaching out with her arm from it.

"Safe!" The Lady Bug cried in Agatha's mind.

She raced over to the portal, swatting aside any of the few monsters in her path, before barreling into the front door. Once she was inside, she shifted back into her human form, falling to the ground, before scrambling back up and in through the portal. 

Once she hit the ground on the other side, she finally let gravity of the situation take over her, breathing heavily in relief and panic.

"Thank you." She said simply, before she could even understand who rescued them or why.

[color=344A6C][center][h1][b]Tristan Douge[/b][/h1][/center][/color]

"Shit, shit, shit uh... Probably these fucking things. These are worse. I really don't see any of those tentacles monsters closing in after us." Tristan reasoned, watching as the mob closed in on them, "But I don't think we can really make a choice." 

The shambling horde of knife-handed monsters had indeed blocked off their escape. While it was probably possible to outrun them, they'd probably need to be olympic athletes to run between the cracks of their ranks before they condensed by this point. All four of the roads of the intersection were blocked up. Tristan checked the surrounding buildings frantically, looking for any they'd be able to reasonably defend themselves in. Besides a few more ramshackle warehouses and what were practically large concrete bricks, the best option seemed to be the large library they stood in front of.

"Damnit, cmon! Let's try in here!" He called, rushing up the steps and in through the door. In all honesty, he knew this was a dumb plan with hardly any thinking put into it, but it was better than getting shanked and cut up by got knows what those things were. His best idea was to probably try and fortify it with some furniture. Hopefully, they'd be able to reach the roof access somehow, and maybe be able to bunnyhop along the roofs without having to pass through the mob. As soon as they were both inside, Tristan slammed the door shut. He then grabbed at one of the nearest tables, shoving it along the ground and then pushing it up against the front door. 

"Okay, now we gotta find some stairs. Maybe we can get to the rooftops, and find some sort of way to get the hell out of here." Tristan explained, as he continued desperately trying to move anything not nailed to the floor to the door and windows.