Re: log: hannah and ren
Movement had been unexpected, and he'd been caught in the sudden fray and motion of the crowd. It took Ren a moment to realize that Hannah was moving towards the boy, and the AIs and the center of everything, that she was working her way down into the ring.
"Shit," he muttered to himself as he realized, and he shoved a shoulder to the side so that he could jump over the bleacher in front of him, and scramble his way down towards the center of that ring too.
It wasn't that he could blame her at all. The thought had been in the back of his mind, screaming that whatever was happening here was a darkness and an evil that shouldn't exist in the world. But most times he didn't find that running straight into the center of that evil was the best way to displace it. Some evils, some darkness, couldn't be destroyed from the inside out, but were chipped away at, quietly and in little ways. The idea of blowing it up, if he were honest, was something he was very familiar with - it had been his Uncle's methodology, if he were truthful.
But right now the efficacy of such a philosophy was not the point. Whether it could work in this situation mattered less than whether or not it would work for Hannah: Or whether it would get her killed.
Ren didn't hesitate to land a punch on a bloke that was trying to steal away one of the smaller AI's, and who also happened to be in his way. He couldn't save those that were being enslaved, for so far as Ren was concerned, this was no different than human trafficking if the robots knew, and understood what was happening to them. But he was most concerned about the blonde girl who had gone straight for the boy, and was being approached now by a man as tall and as bulky as Ren himself.
Ren scanned the rink, looking for something he could use - anything that would give him the extra time he needed to reach Hannah before something terrible happened. The trashcans had fire, which held a danger in the warehouse with this many people that Ren wasn't certain he could risk, but stacked up next to one was a shorter bucket, it would roll if started. He reached out, spell in his mind almost as soon as he had the thought, that bucket suddenly a rolling obstacle set to intersect with the tall man menacingly moving towards Hannah.
It would be the time he needed - he hoped - to get to her, and to get her out of this mess before anything else went wrong.