[quote=Off-Brand Gandalf]"Get up girl, by Grimnir!" He chastised. "We have no time for you to be playing with these troll-spawn."[/quote]

Val had only just managed to settle upon a suitable insult for the geriatric wizard who had just saved her life when she felt an unwelcome voice smash into her already painfully echoing head. A magical command shouldn't have hurt that much. It shouldn't have rattled her skull. As she buried her head in her hands with a pained groan Val tried to remember what exactly she had laced the morning's arcane acid with. In between pained smacks to her temporal lobe, Val could make out a clear suggestion that felt more like a compulsion in her frazzled state.

[quote=Big Boss][b]Scatter.[/b][/quote]

"RUN OFF-BRAND GANDALF!" Val shouted as she beelined for the nearest exit with a new found breath of panic. She didn't care if Edgar followed her. She hoped he could still run. She wasn't stealing a golf cart for him. And she wasn't waiting for Maël. He looked more like a monster than the ape thing Edgar had nailed to the floor. Val was sure he could handle himself with teeth and claws that sharp.

Still staring behind her as she ran, Val barreled into a security guard that stood gaping in her general direction. The wannabe hero was sent crashing into the ground with the trash alchemist landing on top of him. She struggled against him, smelling the a mixture of sweat, doughnuts, and burned coffee.

"Get off me!" Val shouted, repeatedly hitting the TSA agent with her satchel as the he scrambled for the taser gun secured to his belt. She winced as she felt barbs and wires race past her, just barely missing her chest before they struck an unfortunate passenger standing behind her. Reaching into her bag, Val retrieved a dark green bottle and promptly smashed it into the forehead of the security guard.

The bottle burst into a collection of heavy shards that left the TSA agent wailing loudly as blood began to seep from the gashes that now painted his prodigious skull. Kicking as she jumped to her feet, Val vanished into the thick cloud of grey smoke appeared from the broken bottle.

She had to run. She had to keep moving. She wasn't going to let them catch her. No matter who "them" was.

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Val decides to run, Edgar or Maël could easily have followed, but she's not waiting to see if they managed to keep up.

More than happy to collaborate or figure out where they end up and how.
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