Mike smirked in response, but said nothing. Maybe he would. Maybe he wouldn't. Either way, he wasn't gonna let Niikura know of his plans. ... Okay, so he was going to just call him Niikura, but that wasn't the point.
He turned and broke into a run, following the teenager as the other humans started chasing them again. Running for his life was something Mike was good at, and he was nearly as good at it as being a ninja. Came with the territory. Actually, technically it didn't, since good ninjas normally didn't need to run for their lives. More like they ran to keep from being discovered or from some bomb they placed. ... Actually, that was still running for his life. Nevermind.
It would've been easy to go full speed, but Mike didn't. Those following them were half-starved. They'd tire out quickly, and then they'd be out of range. Unless they had snipers.
Mike, stop tempting the Turtle Luck, you idiot. Just run.
And so he ran out of the shanty town and into the clearing with his partner in crime.
"Think they're gonna tire soon?" Mike asked, barely sounding out of breath.
It didn't matter what Niikura's response was, because they were going to run anyways. And run they did. The refugees were indeed not healthy, and not quick--slowly, they started to fall behind them. Unfortunately, they were stubborn, and even as they fell behind, they still didn't give up the chase. It was good they were weak so that Mike didn't have to run full tilt--he could pace himself, and he knew Niikura would do the same.
After what seemed like forever, Mike and Niikura outran them all. They kept running, just to be sure. Finally, with burning lungs, Mike leaned forward, his one good hand resting on his knee. It wasn't his age, but the condition of his lungs, that kept him from going further. There was no point in pushing himself worse if they couldn't see anyone else for the moment.
"... Well, that was fun," he rasped out sarcastically. "Let's not do that again, okay?"
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He turned and broke into a run, following the teenager as the other humans started chasing them again. Running for his life was something Mike was good at, and he was nearly as good at it as being a ninja. Came with the territory. Actually, technically it didn't, since good ninjas normally didn't need to run for their lives. More like they ran to keep from being discovered or from some bomb they placed. ... Actually, that was still running for his life. Nevermind.
It would've been easy to go full speed, but Mike didn't. Those following them were half-starved. They'd tire out quickly, and then they'd be out of range. Unless they had snipers.
Mike, stop tempting the Turtle Luck, you idiot. Just run.
And so he ran out of the shanty town and into the clearing with his partner in crime.
"Think they're gonna tire soon?" Mike asked, barely sounding out of breath.
It didn't matter what Niikura's response was, because they were going to run anyways. And run they did. The refugees were indeed not healthy, and not quick--slowly, they started to fall behind them. Unfortunately, they were stubborn, and even as they fell behind, they still didn't give up the chase. It was good they were weak so that Mike didn't have to run full tilt--he could pace himself, and he knew Niikura would do the same.
After what seemed like forever, Mike and Niikura outran them all. They kept running, just to be sure. Finally, with burning lungs, Mike leaned forward, his one good hand resting on his knee. It wasn't his age, but the condition of his lungs, that kept him from going further. There was no point in pushing himself worse if they couldn't see anyone else for the moment.
"... Well, that was fun," he rasped out sarcastically. "Let's not do that again, okay?"