The Wolf cringes down further, hands fumbling with his robe. "He's going to -- going to --"
A small sharp knife slips into his hand from a wrist-sheath, point glistening an unhealthy colour, and he flips it at Hisagi, trying to duck away from the shinigami's blade. But his own reactions are slowed by the portion of the drug that he swalhad to swallow, and he is not as quick as he might be.
Hisagi, in perhaps top condition and focus, would have most likely merely side-stepped the knife and incapacitated the Wolf with a quick blow to the head from his zanpakutou's hilt. However, despite his zanpakutou's help, he is still under the effects of the drug as well, minor they might be, so he does the first thing that comes to mind. Hisagi quickly removes the sword from the Wolf's neck and barely blocks the knife with the blade, the dirk clattering to the floor, but leaving the Wolf completely open to escape or whatever he might choose to do.
Kicking aside anyone who might still be twitching on the stairs or in the hallway, Renji leans through the doorway to squint at the scene. "Oi, Hisagi. He giving you any trouble?"
"Get'em!" the Wolf snarls to the girl, slipping into gutter argot, as he runs for the back of the room, fumbling with the tatty silk drapes, and ripping one aside to expose a dark, dank stairwell.
As commanded, the girl grabs for Hisagi's ankles, trying to wrap herself round his legs and hobble him.
Hisagi manages to hop over the girl as she grabs for him. He manages to kick her away by using her as a step as he leaps over her, then lands. "Renji, quickly! Don't let him get away!"
The Wolf drops something on the floor, and there's a sudden flash of light and a wave of foul-smelling smoke that blows directly into the shinigami's faces.
Amid the crashing from downstairs and the wave of smoke, there's a quick creaking noise as the Wolf wrenches open a hidden door in the wall and vanishes through it, and the sound of rapid feet on stairs.
Hisagi hadn't honestly expected a smokebomb. He had managed to shield his face with his arm (though now he sort of wished he hadn't gone with a sleeveless uniform), and didn't get the full effect of an eyeful of blinding light or a noseful of smoke. Hisagi wafted his way through the gas, trying to find the exit as quickly as possible.
Renji hadn't really expected it either, though really, with a street rat like The Wolf, he should have expected something of the sort. Sputtering and coughing, he staggers back, rubbing his face with one sleeve, reaching out blindly for a wall with his other hand. His voice muffled, he calls out in reponse. "Ah, 'm okay, Hisagi."
There's a whimpering noise from the trampled girl curled up on the floor. Though to be honest, she's probably getting the least smoke of all, given her location at ground level.
A muffled, distant thud, then silence from the passageway that the Wolf vanished down.
Given the state in which Renji left the bar and stairs, nobody's hurrying upstairs to investigate.
Hisagi hears the whimpering of the girl and his brow furrows. Being the chilvarous person that he is, Hisagi can't help but feel sorry for the woman, despite her attempts to attack him. Hisagi drops down and attempts to find her, while also searching for the exit.
Renji's chivalry, such as it is, tends to to be rather narrowly focused . . . elsewhere, and the thought never even crosses his mind to help the girl. Instead, he gropes his way towards the far side of the room, stumbling over pillows and he like as he makes his way towards the doorway The Wolf disappeared through.
The girl clings to Hisagi's wrist, as though all the fight has gone out of her with the Wolf's disappearance.
The smoke begins to clear, and it's possible to get her to the door. The hall and stairs are littered with unconscious men. (The conscious ambulatory ones have done the intelligent thing and run away.)
After a bit of groping, Renji finds the Wolf's escape route. It gives onto a narrow dank stairway that goes downwards, and which is mostly free of smoke (smoke tending to rise rather than sink, etc) if significantly stinking of damp and mould.
There's another door at the bottom which gives onto a back alley. The Wolf is lying there, looking surprised, his throat neatly cut.
Hisagi, being able to see better as time went on and the smoke further cleared, quickly exited the room and into the body-littered hallway. He looks around, checking to see if the coast was indeed clear, then turned to the girl. "Are you alright?"
Hand on hilt, Renji quickly looks both ways down the alley before stepping close to the man's fallen body. With one foot, he nudges the corpulent form, ascertaining it's not moving any more, only then bending down to examine him more closely.
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A small sharp knife slips into his hand from a wrist-sheath, point glistening an unhealthy colour, and he flips it at Hisagi, trying to duck away from the shinigami's blade. But his own reactions are slowed by the portion of the drug that he swalhad to swallow, and he is not as quick as he might be.
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As commanded, the girl grabs for Hisagi's ankles, trying to wrap herself round his legs and hobble him.
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Amid the crashing from downstairs and the wave of smoke, there's a quick creaking noise as the Wolf wrenches open a hidden door in the wall and vanishes through it, and the sound of rapid feet on stairs.
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"Renji, are you okay?"
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A muffled, distant thud, then silence from the passageway that the Wolf vanished down.
Given the state in which Renji left the bar and stairs, nobody's hurrying upstairs to investigate.
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The smoke begins to clear, and it's possible to get her to the door. The hall and stairs are littered with unconscious men. (The conscious ambulatory ones have done the intelligent thing and run away.)
After a bit of groping, Renji finds the Wolf's escape route. It gives onto a narrow dank stairway that goes downwards, and which is mostly free of smoke (smoke tending to rise rather than sink, etc) if significantly stinking of damp and mould.
There's another door at the bottom which gives onto a back alley. The Wolf is lying there, looking surprised, his throat neatly cut.
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