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If ever there was any doubt in Mila's mind about her grand plan of inviting Hana along to the festivities, they were swept away like dirt from a broom when Hana said she was having fun. Fun was a good start. Fun led to wanting to go to more places with people which, in turn, led to friends and the like. The contented blonde took another bite of her pizza, still piping hot and baked to a meaty, cheesy, saucy perfection that it was impossible for her to stop with just that bite and promptly took another, savoring the flavor, the taste, the everything. Was there anything better than pizza? If there was, Mila would like to meet it. She was about to crack into her drink when Hana lightly pulled at her wrist and they were on their way closer to the stage. 

It was fortunate for Mila that she had managed to swallow her bites; had she not then when Hana grabbed Mila's wrist, Mila might well have choked or had the sausage delight go down the wrong tube. Mila blinked as she was pulled along, willingly her steps trailed beside Hana. Her eyes flitted, darted, swirled about. It was nothing, the touch to the wrist, quick and effortless, a gesture shared between friends, and yet Mila was thinking about it. About if she could ever be bold enough to touch someone's wrist - about why she was thinking so hard about it. She knew Hana was having fun, was expressing her desire to get closer, to mingle with the crowd, but for Mila the only thing that mattered to her was the fact that...[i]hands sure were soft[/i]. In the best possible way. She spent so much time around rocks and old textbooks that sometimes she forgot these things. 

What she did know, though, was that seeing Hana smiling at the suggestion of going closer in turn made Mila smile - though hers was a shade dimmer thanks to her mind racing at a thousand thoughts a minute. 

The scream of a woman and the faint rumbling of a distant explosion capped off by the rising of smoke into the night sky snapped Mila from her confused reverie. When beige-clad...beings descended on the crowd around the concert stage, Mila's pizza dropped from her hands, the plate splattering to the ground and the pizza immediately getting trampled to the dirt by people desperately fleeing from the commotion. Mila's first instinct was simple enough. As Hana had before her, Mila grabbed for Hana's wrist not to pull her towards but to try and pivot so Hana was placed behind Mila. [color=3CB371][b]"Hana, RUN!"[/b][/color] The safety of her friend was more important right now. 

Mila watched in horror as someone close to her was scooped off the ground and thrown aside like garbage. She shook her head at the thought. Not garbage. That was a person. The head shake turned to a full body shake. That was a [i]person[/i]. A person was tossed aside. A person made a heavy thud as they were thrown away. And there were more people being approached by the strange beige figures. 

Instinctively, Mila started moving side to side, the fundamentals of her capoeira training. As one of the beige men lunged at her, she performed a [url=https://youtu.be/shnRdvI3bGA][i]rolê[/i][/url], narrowly avoiding the lance. [color=3CB371][b]"Didn't you losers get the memo? Halloween is in October!"[/b][/color] Mila taunted as she performed a second [i]rolê[/i] to the other side, avoiding a second attack. The third time she wasn't as lucky as one of the attackers was quick-witted enough to not go for an overhead lunge but a sweep. 

Mila found herself landing with a thud on the ground, unsure if the wet feeling on her back was blood, water, or... [color=3CB371][b]"...I think I landed on my pizza..."[/b][/color] Mila groaned out just as she was, quite literally, kicked while she was down. Spittle with a little fleck of blood coughed up from her as she rolled on the ground, rolling onto her side. She wasn't quite ready to just ball up and take the hits, but the wind was certainly knocked out of her. If she'd had a pain like this before she hadn't remembered it. Not a physical one anyway. 

[color=3CB371][b]"Come on, Mila...get up...get up..."[/b][/color] But for the moment, no matter how much she said it, her body was refusing to cooperate.[/center]