Theo/Ari/Loch/René/Drake vs Cúchulainn
Five minutes ago, Loch's biggest problem had been to rein in her temper when the armorer she'd taken Curiosity to for maintenance had tried to shortchange her (prices change, my dear, the market's on the rise). Not a full minute after she paid and left the store with the utmost civility, a giant arm swung down from seemingly out of nowhere and rooted out the whole building, sending debris flying into the sky. On the rise, indeed. Loch snorted out a laugh and Vanished, running away from the beast the arm was attached to. Everyone around her was of the same mind. Running on the rooftops might have been faster than pushing past the crowd, but she had little desire to be on top of buildings, in case the monster decided such buildings offended its artistic sensibilities. Such seemed to be true of half the houses in the district, considering.
As she ran, she spotted a few minions she supposed had come out to help their big friend, but she was invisible to them. She continued to run, not caring where as long as it was away from the danger. She swerved around a corner and saw two more examples of wrong place, wrong time.
It was tempting to keep going as if she hadn't seen them—but Chiaro had busted her out at the museum, and the sooner that debt was paid off, the better. Loch aimed Curiosity and shot two bolts into the nearest Slime. As the thing collapsed, Loch slipped out of Vanish.
"Arielle Chiaro." Loch touched two fingers to her forehead in mock-salute. "Interested in a free ride out of this shitstorm? Your friend looks like he'll be fine by himself." And what did she care if some fighter got messed up, anyway? That was what they got paid for, wasn't it?
The beast's footsteps made the earth under their feet shake. It was getting closer. "Limited time offer," she said.