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Night 64: Recreational Field
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As Kyousuke pushed open the door, he was greeted by a gust of freezing air, but he pressed on out onto the field anyway. It was a misty night, so he couldn't see quite as far as normal, but he could at least make out the low walls that surrounded the area. He considered turning back for a moment, because it was a bit cold not to have a jacket, but ended up deciding against it. He'd had a lot worse, and being outside was progress. He couldn't think of anything useful he might find inside a building without any electricity, and the sooner he left, the better.
He slowly made his way around the wall, hoping for some kind of exit that had been obscured by the darkness and fog, but no luck. There were vines, though... That would be a lot faster than going back inside and searching for another way out. He pulled on them good and hard a few times, and they remained in place. It looked like they would hold his his weight... Good. Then all that was left was to follow the outside of walls until he found his way to the street, and he could figure out which way to go from there.
As Kyousuke pushed open the door, he was greeted by a gust of freezing air, but he pressed on out onto the field anyway. It was a misty night, so he couldn't see quite as far as normal, but he could at least make out the low walls that surrounded the area. He considered turning back for a moment, because it was a bit cold not to have a jacket, but ended up deciding against it. He'd had a lot worse, and being outside was progress. He couldn't think of anything useful he might find inside a building without any electricity, and the sooner he left, the better.
He slowly made his way around the wall, hoping for some kind of exit that had been obscured by the darkness and fog, but no luck. There were vines, though... That would be a lot faster than going back inside and searching for another way out. He pulled on them good and hard a few times, and they remained in place. It looked like they would hold his his weight... Good. Then all that was left was to follow the outside of walls until he found his way to the street, and he could figure out which way to go from there.
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Murphy's reaction didn't help. There were a lot of ways to react to this situation, but throwing his flashlight? You couldn't do anything about attacks if you couldn't see them. And now he was trying to make a diversion... For what? So he could get shot at now? That idiot! Hadn't Kyousuke made it clear enough that he didn't want or need to protected? But this guy just couldn't take a hint, and now was making himself into a giant target, when he should have just gotten out of there. What good was stopping someone from pointing a gun at another when they were only going to willingly get it put back on them!?
... He'd had enough of this. Far from being scared, he was just pissed. Kyousuke's kick from before hadn't worked the way it was supposed to, and he didn't know why, but he knew something that would. If he could just use his Avatar, then this robot wouldn't stand a chance. It wasn't something he'd normally use like this, but since they were being shot at, they'd far passed the line to think about how things should or shouldn't be used. .... It was the best way he had of protecting them.
He charged again, but this time, he put all of all his concentration into his spiritual aura. It responded, blanketing him in a strange black light, and his power surged. ... But something was wrong. His aura was at full force, yet he couldn't feel Lancelot responding at all. He ignored it, slamming into and then past the robot with an impossible speed and force. And suddenly, as if the batteries had run out, the black light flickered and vanished. In its place, Kyousuke was met with a searing pain as his physical and mental strength left him, leaving him to fall to one knee.
... That shouldn't have been possible. How could his spiritual aura have depleted itself so quickly if he hadn't even brought out his Avatar? But it had, and to a degree he'd never experienced before, so he knew this was as far as he went. His body screamed at him in protest, but he ignored it, and staggered his way back onto his feet.
"We have to get out of here now!" he all but commanded at Murphy. He only hoped he'd actually listen, because this was their only chance. Kyousuke couldn't defend himself any longer; it was all he could do just force himself towards the door, and he wasn't sure if even that would last much longer.
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...However. Dr. Landel would certainly prefer prisoners who couldn't walk to no prisoners at all.
As he was considering this, he saw the flashlight coming almost too late to dodge it. His shots ceased so that he could throw up his arms to block it, and the primitive artifact bounced off his forearm, stinging a bit. That apparently was a signal for the kid to start running at him a second time. Hmph. The Reploid kept his arms up; he was going to learn his lesson this time around, being prepared for this little brat's 'attack'.
...Only, things this time were much different from before.
A black aura surrounded the boy as he charged, giving Zero a slight amount of pause. He'd seen Reploids have such an aura in combat, but a human? How could that be possible? There wasn't much time to ponder it, however, before the kid struck.
Oh, did the kid strike.
Struck hard enough to knock his sensors into momentary disorientation. Despite the fact that he'd actually tried to block the attack, Zero was thrown several feet backwards to end up lying motionless on the ground, face down. It was almost a miracle (or perhaps careful habit) that the Buster Shot didn't get thrown from his grasp, as well.
And, for the moment, he wasn't budging.
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Murphy...wasn't entirely sure what he was seeing. Other than an opening to get the hell away, and at least Tsurugi had jumped on the 'get away' bandwagon. Without a second thought for his now-gone light, the ex-con charged for the door they'd exited through, looking to make sure the boy was actually getting out of there, too.
He'd ask him about the...doom glow when they were inside and away from Catbot.
He hit it hard and wrenched it open, adrenaline surging through his body. This wasn't right, this wasn't okay. That wasn't what he'd thought of when Harvey said 'monsters'. Monsters didn't talk and give orders and have fucking Captain Kirk guns.
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