púca || Cú Chulainn
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This... was a predicament. Ai had no desire to participate in collecting fragments, merely using the chaotic state of the city to move about as she pleased with as little confrontation as possible. Still, that seemingly did not stop the hoards of infected civilians from trying to get their grubby hands on her, even if she did not possess any of the fragments they sought.
As the day drew to a close, she found herself in a secluded part of the city, absolutely surrounded by them. Though she could teleport short distances, it didn’t seem to help much, as more would inevitably surround her wherever she popped back up. Back pressed against a wall, the same familiar deadpan on her face, she lazily flung bolts of dark energy out, knocking her assailants down like bowling pins. It was easy to tell she was in no real danger, and that she was frankly growing rather bored of it all, but as she noncommittally knocked them down, a flash of blue rocketed down from below, a red polearm spinning wildly in the figures hands. She had an inkling that someone had been watching, but she had not expected interference from a stranger.
“... I do not require...”
And before the words left her mouth, the entirely of the mob had been effortlessly smacked away by the intruder’s weapon. All save for one, who darted from around the corner, lunging at the man who had sailed down from the rooftops. With a nonchalant flick of her wrist, another bolt of energy flung, he fell as well.
“... assistance,” she finished in her small voice, having to tilt her head upwards to stare at her sudden companion.
She kept her stance careful-- it was obvious he was the servant of another, and she had no desire to really get into it with anyone.