mikoto can you fucking stop

[broroona]

[All Baroona had wanted was a fight. He hadn't planned to get this involved. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Go in a team, go down into an old bunker, fight some monsters, get some treasure. That was it. Simple, clean, straightforward.

And then Mikoto came along. Things escalated. Now he was trapped on the deepest floor of the complex, trying to catch one of the Major's officers before they dropped poison into the City's water system. There were others with them-Geddoe, some others–but Mikoto was in the lead. She always was.

Baroona tries to keep up but exhaustion slows his steps. A reminder of his lack of power, maybe. He tries not to pay it too much mind. Focuses on breathing instead of panting. Keeping his eyes open. Stopping the gash he got on his arm from bleeding too much. Still, he lags behind Mikoto, stepping over bodies she's shocked.]

We need to slow down.

[And not just for his sake–they're getting separated from the rest.]

Mikoto! [Are you even listening to him?]