Dragon Rayo's heart raced and his breathing was sporadic. Exhaustion had hit him and he was beginning to feel tired. The running and parkour had finally caught up to him. "Esto es una mierda," he complained under his breath. The luchador was uncertain if he was safe from danger. Looking back, he couldn't see the dangerous gas anymore. He stood breathless on top of building unable to see the destruction and danger of the gas. He had ran quite a long way.
The decision he made was to keep running until there was no sign of hostile activity. The plan afterwards was to...well, make a plan. Rayo was reckless trying to jump back into the fray, but at least he did it for a great cause. He hopes there is some rewarding effect, or most of that time would be useless. All he wished was the people were able to escape safely and he did not just prolong the inevitable.
Rayo held onto his knees for support as he breathed through his nostrils and out his mouth. Luckily, the mask was not a huge breathing hazard. The luchador straightened his back and eyed his surroundings. There was supposed to be planning; however, he couldn't make a plan himself. The giant cloud was going to be too much for him to handle; he needed to at least assemble a team of some sort. Unfortunately, he didn't notice anybody of strength or talent within the crowd. The only person that stood out to him was the individual with the wings.
Kind to think of it, normal people don't have wings, do they? "¿Quiere esto decir que no soy el único?" Rayo scratched his head. He couldn't rely on anyone at the moment; despite the civilians having animal appendages, they were not fighters. The odd individuals that came from the same room are the most likely people that could help him. The problem was they did not look like reliable fighters and the last he saw of them was on top of another rooftop. They were probably dead or in hiding; he hoped they made the escape because he was in complete doubt.
Rayo looked outwards. "Little ninos!" He bellowed out.
