[center][color=silver]Burberry began walking away, gently pulling her with him by the hand. "[color=gold]What [i]we, need,[/i] is to get out of here, away from that battl--[/color]" Burberry glanced back, and just has he did, in the distance, the dragonoid disappeared...? Into a puff of smoke?
The suspenseful music in his head stops, and so did his stride. Slowly, he opened his hand to let go of Charlie's.
People running past them, some hiding, away from the gunshots. Some vehicles swerving away, dissuaded by the blaring sirens while the two cops are confused, calling people through their little black boxes.
An audible gust of wind. Burberry glancing around, trying to glean a sense of [i]anything[/i] that could indicate where the dragonoid went off to. No luck.

Burberry let out precisely two chuckles, a temporary grin amidst the calm fear. He hunched forward and clasped at Charlie's shoulders with both hands. "[color=gold]You know things about this world. [i]Why[/i] is it sending us here?[/color]"[/color][/center]