Reckless precautions
despairshots
" Stop you criminal! Get some guts and fight me! " The boy shouted, wearing a long headband and his jacket somehow managing to stay onto his shoulders, both of them fluttering in the wind as the boy gave chase to one of the far too many evil doers of Citta.
Running through a crowd, scraping his leg against a loose nail around the corner of a metal fence. Passing alleys, smacking his forehead into a fire escape installation. Running up stairs, tripping on the last step and absorbing the fall with his right arm. Gunha didn't give up chasing the guy.
A rooftop! This was the end! Gunha grinned, despite the pain, his endless source of guts made him able to endure whatever was thrown at him.
" This is as far as you get, coward! Return the money and you won't get harmed! "
Confident he had the upper hand, Gunha gave the bad guy a last chance to redeem their act. Only to watch them leap over to the next roof with some kind of super jump ability.
But Gunha wasn't give up so easily, surely, with guts he as well could jump this distance! He ran to the edge and jumped with all his might. However, only the most athletic world champions would reach this kind of distance. Gunha lacked both the body and technique to pull it off.
Realizing he started to be swayed by the laws of gravity, he stretches out to grab onto the rails and bars of the fire escape in front of him but barely manages to do. Instead he tumbles down hitting himself against the rusty metal as he never seem to get a proper grip until he falls straight into the dumpster below.
" Guuh... How unsightly... Looks like I still need more guts to get anything done in this place. " Gunha reflected over himself. He clearly wasn't up to snuff with chasing super powered villains just yet. Crawling out of the dumpster which was luckily filled with trash bags rather than what the trash bags contained.
Bruised and battered, cuts and wounds all over him. His perfectly white attire was stained with both dirt and blood. A dislocated shoulder and swollen leg. Limping out from the alley he started to feel woozy. Things around him grew blurry.
This was an element Gunha wasn't used to, non-combat related fatigue. His steps got shaky as he walked like a drunk. Momentarily, he lost all of his strength, falling forward. But it wasn't the cold hard ground that caught him, but something else. It was softer and.... Warm?
It seemed the teen had landed face first into a girl's ample bosom. A pillowy cushion for his shambled self. Realizing he was leaning against someone, he gets an adrenalin rush from the fright and jumps back. Waving his left hand while expressing his appologies.
" Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I just got sleepy all of sudden! Are you alright? "
It was hard to see due to the unfocused eyes, one even got swollen from a door he got slammed into by accident during the chase. Whoever they were they were... Purple? White? Something like that. Purple, white, soft and warm. They must be a good person that he wasn't supposed bother, or maybe someone wearing a mascot suit.
