Zone C -- Megacity One

[The Future Warrior]

Leaping across the rooftops was definitely fast. But it was also treacherous, in this weather. All slick and slippery from the rain, and in the gloom from being so late and dark on top of the fog and darkened sky from the rain...it was a disaster waiting to happen, if they made one wrong step. Thankfully, they were both surefooted. A long life of fighting and...and whatever it was Dawn did before this left them reasonably capable and able to keep going, avoiding the slip that would have spelled certain doom.

Or...certain headache, maybe.

"So how much further north do you think we should go before we loop around on this inane plan of yours?" Dawn questioned after just a few minutes of their rapidly sped up mode of travel.

"Oh, I dunno!" Graowr answered her. "Maybe another couple minutes. This city's pretty big, so there's plenty of room still to go!"

"Yeah, yeah, we've got plenty of room alright," Dawn agreed. "But the further we go, the further we'll have to go back, and the longer that will take, remember?"

"Oh. Oooooh!" That apparently hadn't occurred to the gummy girl, if her reaction was anything to go by. "Yeah, maybe we should start turning off soon. I think we're getting pretty far out—GHWOOF!" She ran into something. Hard. At full speed, no less. Rebounding off of it, she hit the ground on her back, and a second later something else did in front of her.

Dawn had come to a quick, stutter-stepping halt beside her, splashing in the rain and lifting her rifle to the ready. "Don't make any sudden moves," she said warningly.

Whatever Graowr had run into slowly got up again. It was...a man. Kind of scraggly looking, with leather armor and stuff. Like one of those old-timey warriors. He didn't look happy at all about the situation.

The blue girl hopped up to her feet, eyes glaring through the rain at the offender. "HEY! Watch where you're going!" she huffed.

"I could say the same to you!" he snapped back.

"You." Dawn stepped forward, lifting her rifle threateningly. "One question. The items that have been dropping on this island. Do you have any? I suggest you hand the mover if you do." As if to make a point, she clicked the safety (or something) on her rifle. "Or else."

Graowr looked back at Dawn, then back at Scruffy. "Ooooh! Yeah, he's not on our side or one of our friends!" And her hands clenched into fists. "So, hey! Do you?! Got any items?!"

Graowr and Dawn: Challenging Dane to a fight for his loots.