Kinu started bolting with the chair at her side as she leapt onto the railing, stopping short when she noted the sheer speed at which Owen had been launched.
Guess that concludes negotiations on one front. Shame, she was just starting to like the Gumshoe. If Meryl wasn't willing to talk that'd pretty much be the end of him.
And with her strange, weightless movement defying gravity, it seemed it was going to be quite the task to reach the height. And the people-
With the bang of a gun, they were off to the races. It seemed Owen was playing the long game from a far enough range.
It won't do to go in hard, not while Vivienne can mind-move in an instant.
But the people of A-9 had given her two things, and what kind of performer doesn't give back to the audience?
Still afoot atop the railing, steel chair hanging over the walkway, Kinu's masked face leaned over to those who spilled out of the elevator. A centipede. A gargantuan woman covered in scales. The centipede. An addled old woman who wandered out. The centipe-
...that's a very long land-lobster...
It seemed they'd left well enough alone for the rest of the ordinary ones in the elevator, which meant with this procession of monsters and magical things, the Witches might be persuaded to leave well enough alone.
"..haah?"
Suddenly from her perch on the turnbuckle, a new challenger entered the fray, and - whoa! She hadn't seen someone with that level of hangtime before.
Not since...
"Slick landing, there," she must have come back
up when Rosie had gone down to fetch Mulvric...but the more important thing was she seemed eager to fight a witch.
"Blue is a big talker, all she has to do is sight you like Gumshoe Poppins up there and you might as well be gone. Which means we've got to keep moving. Unfortunately, she's got backup." Kinu explained, pointing to Meryl standing upside down under the shattered glass pane.
"Fortunately, we've rigged up things a little," she said, pointing to the maintenance ladders hanging from the rafters on the roof and the numerous tables and chairs stacked at strange angles. "You can reach them...if you can keep up.
She then stood up on the railing and raised her hands to get the attention of the crowd of refugees as she shouted
"Because, even though they're from the Administratum," she shouted "
This is our house now. Pack it in, A-9, and leave this one to us!
Welcome to Skyport Smackdown."