Fyn smirked a little, spreading her feathered wings to fly between the buildings. She took off, following closely behind. <span style='color:green'>Oh well, here goes nothing!</span> She got closer and closer to Khuta, looking down at the empty part of Bhim. Fyn ducked the garbage can, which had released all of what was contained inside of it. She kept flying, shaking of a bit of cardboard and a banana peel. <span style='color:green'>Ew...</span> she thought, her face showing her utter disgust. Fyn loved the petty race, ducking the debri whenever possible. She yelled out to Nemp, <span style='color:purple'>We're gonna catch up!</span> She did not realize how far they had flown away from the stoop she had sat upon only minutes before. She clutched the Pujc Pjaunkhuem, making sure not to lose it. She looked down at the ground below, while almost flying into a flagpole sticking out of the building.
Khuta almost rammed into the other when he stopped so suddenly. He skidded to a halt (on air, which doesn't really mean he skidded at all, just the action). He shook his head and smiled at Nemp when he threw the garbage bin and then set off. Khuta immediately followed, the gunshots resounding behind him. He looked at the femme and smirked when she seem to almost bump into everything. <span style='color:gray'>You gotta keep up! Carefull now, don't wanna knock into anything...</span> he told her and then set off. His mismatched wings that were flapping wildly brought him to a faster speed and he tried to avoid knocking into anything. So far, so good.
He sprang up, boosted by his telekenisis, running on the wall. He kicked off, landing on one dragon, and with a wave of a hand, another lost him gun. another sweep of the hand and two of the thugs his the wall with the sound of splintering bones. He smirked, stepping back slowly, giving them a little range. he summoned a large force sword, a solid shape, edged with a slight purple light. His eyes narrowed, his teeth bared, and he bent his knees. <span style='color:blue'>Ready? steady. Go!!!</span> he said, springing forward, boosted by telekenisis as before. one more fell, a fine slice across his temple. He spun, kicking another off his feet, and stabbing through his midsection while hi was in the air. with a smooth stroke. he pulled free the blade and removed the belt buckle of another dragon, his pants falling down, like in a cartoon. He kicked him in the stomach, watching him stumble over his pants and landing on his bum. he made one more quick stroke, and he had a gash on his leg enough to keep him down. The ruckus brought several more from the street. Nemp made a second blade in his left hand, holding his arms out to the sides. <span style='color:blue'>round two!</span>
