Zone C -- Megacity One

[The Future Warrior]

Lightning flashed again, thunder rumbled, and glass shattered. Graowr's arms closed around the middle of the scruffy man in leather armor, and they both sailed out through the broken window out into open air. Rain poured down, washing over them as the struggling pair hit the opposite wall, the fleeing man sandwiched between the brick work and the blue majin. They rebounded from it, flailing and spinning through the air and rocketing toward the ground below.

They hit with a wet, meaty thwack.

Graowr almost immediately bounded up and away, leaping into a somersault of several flips. She lightly touched the wall, and hopped off to alight on the ground, quickly hopping toward him, fist cocked back and ready to deliver a sound beating...until he held up a hand, palm out, in surrender. "Wait, wait!" he wheezed, opposite arm fumbling around to grab his bag. "Just...I give up...take them, already..." He shoved his bag forward to the blue alien, flumping back to the ground to let his unsteady breathing stabilize.

"Oh, hey! Awesome!" The angry red glare of Graowr's aura slowly faded, dying down to a much less intense shade of pink. Like a raging bonfire to a mere campfire. It still provided ample light to see by as she knelt down, pulling the man's bag toward her and rummaging around through it. "No, no...that's not it...oh, neat, there is food and stuff in here!" She shoved it aside, fishing through the items before she found her target. "Aha!" Without further ado, she pulled out her prizes and unceremoniously tossing the bag back to its owner.

Moments later, Dawn came crashing through a window above, curling into a flip and landing lightly on her feet with a wet thud in the puddle-strewn street. She lifted her rifle, snapping it one way, then the other, before the azure demon bounded into view. "Got 'em, I got 'em!" she said brightly. "He did have some items, and I got 'em!"

Dawn just stared for a moment before giving a sigh and lowering her rifle. "Good job. Now let's...let's just get going again, okay?"

"Okay!" Graowr had already stored the items she'd looted from the scruffy guy still curled up on the ground, and at Dawn's suggestion she turned and merrily hopped and skipped off, the mercenary following in her wake after a passing glare at the downed man.

As per our agreement, taking Dane's items after he failed to get away.
After that, Graowr and Dawn moving from C17 to C21