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Ch 2.88: Run

    Ch 2.88: Run


    <span style="font-weight:400">Only three of the bouncer got in before ina was able to react, throwing a series of chains on the door frame including her crystal one, using a considerable amount of mana to hold them in ce.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I got these,” Tira said, pulling a ckjack out of her pants that ina was pretty sure she’d seen in Tira’s toy drawer before. It was quick, the strikes to their faces as the bouncers tried to take in the situation. Each blow didn’t seem to do much <i><span style="font-weight:400">physically,</i><span style="font-weight:400"> but the receivers of them each stepped back, standing flush against the wall, no doubt a result of Tira’s [Domineering Presence].


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Gyah!” Flora was through, from the sounds of the wall cracking and bar patrons screaming, having used her forearms as a battering ram to break through and create a hole the rest of them could fit through. “Come on!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What in the zes is going on?” the bartender said as the group started making their way through the hole and over the bar.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry!” Carly said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shein’ll pay for it!” Tira said as she bounded pass.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But Prisma wasn’t moving.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come one,” ina said, offering her hand out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Prisma stared at it, unmoving as the bouncers behind were slowly but surely pushing aside ina’s chains. But then she looked up, caught ina’s gaze, and nodded, taking ina’s hand and following her as ina ran into the other bar.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">This ce,</i><span style="font-weight:400"> ina thought as they ran, chasing Flora’s hair as it made its way over and through the bar. It was lit simrly too the outside, lots of red lights, and with a stage like Mirage, though it wasn’t musicians on this stage but dancers, dancers performing acrobatics on metal poles both vertical and horizontal, undisturbed by the ruckus.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Those dancers weren’t quite fully clothed either, ina couldn’t help but notice. None of them were naked like she’d been moments before, but the all had on lingerie at the most, and one just had on a pair of panties and some sort of pasted-on star coverings over her breasts. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Those look interesting…</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">But it wasn’t time to fantasize about jobs she could have had in another life, it was time to focus. ina found herself relishing the new freedom of [Restraint], using it to keep track of Tira’s belt buckle as well as pull and push aside people in her way by their clothes. By the time they’d caught up to the others, they were already at the far back wall—no, the front entrance? By some miracle the entrance to this bar was on the opposite side of the entrance to Mirage, giving them even more of a head start from anyone trying to chase through the streets.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Take the bag,” Flora said, stepping over two seemingly unconscious bouncers and throwing Carly’s satchel into ina’s arms. “They aren’t going to be looking for you two in those outfits; get to the meetup point, and we’ll distract them.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We can’t break up now,” ina said, but she did throw the bag over her shoulder. “What if—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, she’s right,” Tira said. “We’ll lose them, then meet upter, once we’re all sure we’re not being tailed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina was left standing there as the other three took off into the night, Prisma still behind her. But the bouncers on the ground were starting to push themselves up, and more wereing their way besides. “Come on,” she said, grabbing Prisma and running off in the opposite direction.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was one major problem, that she didn’t know where to go. That and the fact that she could see what were very clearly two bouncers from Mirage on the street corner she was running towards.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Slow down,” Prisma said, halting to a brisk walk along with ina’s hand. “Florence was right, they’re not looking for us.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">For the second time in a row, ina listened against her better instinct, walking along to street with Prisma, hand-in-hand. As they approached the two people who were undoubtedly on the lookout for them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They even gonnae this way?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dunno, but be on the lookout.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Despite their attentiveness, neither gave more than a passing nce to ina or Prisma as they walked by, rounding the corner and each breathing a sigh of relief when they were out of earshot.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck, how did you know that was going to work?” ina said, hanging her head low as they carried on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No one was looking at our faces when we were up there,” Prisma said, face blushing even in the red light. “Trust me, I heard how they were talking about us.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina could feel herself blushing at that thought too. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Over a hundred people in total… </i><span style="font-weight:400">That’s how many had seen herpletely naked. Sure, some were at a distance, and she’d managed to hide <i><span style="font-weight:400">most </i><span style="font-weight:400">of her body the majority of the time, but there was no getting around the fact.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t believe we did that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Neither can I… Stars, my father is going to kill me if he finds out I lost a fencing tournament without Koh in it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Would that really be his priority?” ina said. “I mean, you and I were both—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’re going to pretend that part never happened, actually,” Prisma replied, holding her head and back up straight as she walked. “Especially with them around,” she added with a mumble, gesturing at another pair of Mirage employees running through the red-light bathed street, dressed like bartenders this time, though still clearly on the hunt. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Guess they’re all in on the chase.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Those employees also passed by them, not even a nce at the two people they should’ve been hunting. “If it’s any constion, you’ll probably never lose a fencing match again. Maybe to Koh?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Prisma stopped, looking down at the sword on her hip and going to grab it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t draw it here, it’ll draw attention itself.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right…” Prisma said as she resumed walking. “It’ll never be a fair fight between me and her again. I have this… this thing, a stance switch. I can alternate, but I already feel one of them <i><span style="font-weight:400">on, </i><span style="font-weight:400">and I can’t just turn it off.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I know,” ina said. “You’re also stronger and faster in general too, and there’s no way to turn that off either… That’s how Carly and I— why you thought we were cheating in the tournament.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Prisma stopped again, looking down an empty alley before dragging ina into it. “What’s going on? What’s in that bag, and what <i><span style="font-weight:400">happened </i><span style="font-weight:400">to me? It called me a name, a crude, weird name!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Shall I exin, ina?” Temmie asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She considered the offer for a moment, but ultimately shook her head. “No, I will, Temmie.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Temmie is its <i><span style="font-weight:400">name? </i><span style="font-weight:400">Is it some sort of pet?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">ina bit her lip, struggling to find the words. “It’s a long story, but I’ll tell you everything. You deserve that much, at least…”
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