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It seems she’s gotten herself into the middle of a veritable war zone. Spike’s got his gun pulled from his hip and wastes no time in making a mad dash through the shopping complex, taking out entire kiosks as he runs.
What he doesn’t expect: his target to have a similar idea.
So really, he doesn’t get terribly far from her before he trips and falls into an almost impressive somersault, yelling at the top of his lungs, “SHIT!” as he rolls.
What was this guy thinking? Was he gonna just leave her here, stuck in foreign territory? No way was she gonna let that happen, and if she caught up to him she planned to give him hell. That was until he took an impressive tumble, a feeling of satisfaction washed over her for a second as she watched him roll until it was replace with genuine worry.
After all he was the only one here who looked at least a little reliable.
“Oh gosh, are you ok?” She bends down besides him, tilting her head as she silently thanks the cosmos for giving her a chance to catch up.
