[Hermione had never been much for cross country but she made a point to defend herself when needed. She was running as the feed turned on, running through the debris of one of the outer regions, hopping over boulders and hiding behind old abandoned cars. By the angle of the recording, there was quite a swarm after Hermione. She just had enough time
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He ducks and can hear a few more explosions a block down. But there were still some following behind him. The teen ducks as he rides on the lightning disc, narrowly avoiding a flipping car.]
-Shit!
[Ahead, he can see a girl running, firing at the robots with... a stick? Gokudera frowns, and as much as he'd like to deal with his own problem by himself, he's led his own pack of robots to her as well. Might as well work together since it can't be helped.]
Duck!
[The teen grabs a cartridge from one of the containment boxes on his belt and loads it into the cannon. Three seconds later, there's a burst of sparkling bullets whizzing over Hermione's head, flames trailing from them an angry red.]
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Th-Thank you!
[She called out before sending her attacks again.]
Fighting them is useless, they keep coming! Our best choice is to lose them before they call for more back-up!
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[Naturally, she would be concerned there's a boy wielding dynamite but in situations like this, anything worked. Unfortunately, she wasn't trusting that disk.]
How, exactly. What is that.
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[She should just be happy the dynamite isn't pointed at her. The disc should be the least of her worries considering he's using it to help them]
Look, do you want to get the hell out of here or not?!
[He doesn't really have time to explain. When he can, he will]
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Gokudera rolls his eyes and grabs her wrist as the disc moves.]
Catch your breath. I can't keep this thing going much longer.
[It takes his resolve to keep it strong, but he is also low on energy, having used most of it to power his shots. Without either ammunition or means of keeping his shields up, he's practically defenseless. The dynamite only worked so well on the robots before.
As they glide over the ground, they rise above the turned cars, smoke from several shots clouding them from view for a sparse moment until a laser is shot directly at them. One of his many shields jumps up, taking the shot before it begins to shrink, decreasing its size as his energy flags. That shot had been too close for his comfort.]
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