Isabel had been hoping one or both of the boys would have tripped over themselves once she caught up to them, particularly the one that had already demonstrated some difficulty with his balance. Unfortunately it was the other one that was leading the way and seemed to be doing an adequate job of keeping the both of them on their feet at least well enough to continue running. He was also fairly good at turning for all the extra weight he was dragging.

She could turn well enough herself, even if her added bulk made the tighter turns a little trickier. The legs could be used as buffers and anchors to both prevent her from crashing into anything when necessary and to help her sort of swivel into the sharper turns without sacrificing much speed. Pavement was a little trickier than dirt when it came to anchoring, however. The edges of the bones tended to slide more on the former, which would afford the pair of boys a few extra steps as she scrabbled to regain her balance and speed.

There was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she might get in trouble with a certain someone about this potential scuffle, but she easily brushed it off. She hadn't done anything to warrant being scolded if he caught wind of her little game. Chasing a couple of kids wasn't even close to her milder exploits. She was just having some fun.

Ow. Being jerked around like that was not exactly comfortable, and sent Persi back to stumbling and barely staying on his feet while he ran. He was hardly going to protest anything involved in getting away from Isabel, even if it was apparently useless since she seemed to have become some sort of super speed bone spider, because of course she did.

He would have given Aiden a disbelieving look at the suggestion, but it took him a few seconds to figure out what Aiden meant by "indoors," and he was busy running anyway. How exactly did Aiden plan to get indoors? Indoors wasn't particularly close, and killer-spider-Isabel was obviously faster already. Plus, that would just mean leading her toward whatever people were indoors....

There might have been a litany of wtfwtfwtfwtf running through Aiden's head. It might have been competing with we'regonnadie and don'twannadie, with the occasional appearance of such noteworthy guests as notheragain and whyme.

All of those paled in comparison to the whattodo train. That one was the one in charge, and a good thing too; the rest would have had Aiden either frozen on the spot (lethal in very short order, he imagined all too well) or bolting and leaving Persi to die. Not on his roommate's birthday, of all days. Really. Wouldn't that be awkward? I dragged my roommate out of a safe place for a birthday present no one else would understand, and then he died and I just kind of left him there.

The sound behind him, too terrifying for him to look, shifted to a sort of unstable scraping. That seemed noteworthy in a useless sort of way. His idea to get inside still seemed slightly less useless; buildings had doors and hallways and phones and people who could see the rather infamous crazy lady chasing them and call for appropriate help.

Aiden wasn't a violent person, but he wouldn't be particularly upset if Isabel took a couple of bullets to the brain. Ideally at least one would be redundant.

Isabel didn't give chase to intended victims very often. Usually anyone she'd targeted didn't have any time to turn tail and attempt to make a getaway. As such chasing the kids down had been an interesting turn of events at first, however the thrill was quickly wearing off as she failed to gain enough to gain any real ground. The pavement was minorly impeding her progress even with the one kid having to nearly drag the other behind him and when she finally caught on to the fact that they seemed to be vaguely aiming for any one of the nearby buildings her patience had all but run out.

There was no way she'd be able to do much of anything indoors. Most buildings had cameras in them and all of them were populated to some degree. It wouldn't take too long before someone called the cops when she was spotted and if she was inside making her own getaway would be much more complicated. There was also that nagging feeling at the back of her mind again. For whatever reasons he couldn't help a slight feeling of dread over the thought of the windbag seeing her face on the news again. Something told her than indoors was a very bad idea because of it, even if she couldn't put her finger on why it would be so bad for the young man to catch wind of her little game.

Shaking off the uneasy feeling, she scrambled to stabilize herself on her bony appendages once the pair seemed to be making a beeline and unlikely to turn any more corners for at least a moment. Creating a blade, she slipped it into her hand and took aim at the pair of boys. She didn't particularly care who she hit, just so long as it halted their progress.

Persi was fairly sure Aiden wasn't actually attempting to pull his arm off. It felt like it, particularly when he was being yanked in new directions, but given than the apparent alternative was Isabel it was probably still well intentioned. Isabel... well, was the alternative to well intentioned. So it shouldn't have been surprising that she also decided to be the alternative to not attempting to remove his arm.

It took a second longer for the pain to register than for Persi to react, and he had already stumbled, stopped running, and started to reach for the arm that hurt by the time he actually realized why. And probably yelled or screamed or something; he hadn't heard himself but he wasn't really paying that much attention anyway, and that was generally what you did when... stabbed? There was something sticking out of the back of his arm, right below his shoulder where he couldn't see it, and he could feel (and fairly soon see) blood soaking into the fabric around it. What was--oh, she could shoot those little knife things couldn't she? Was that it again? It probably was. Because a super speed spider form just wasn't enough.

...Please let it be the little shooty-knife things again and not something else.

Persi adjusted his grip when he noticed the edge of whatever it was starting to cut between his fingers, noticed he was kneeling, and stood up. And turned around, once he noticed he hadn't yet.

...He really hadn't thought enough to hope that Isabel would be gone, but it was still disappointing to see her there.

And Aiden. Well, Aiden's presence wasn't really disappointing so much as worrying. Isabel really wasn't known for limiting herself to one murder at a time. Persi tried to grab for Aiden, remembered he was busy holding a stab wound, carefully let go, then tried to grab and push Aiden again. "Go... call someone, or something." Whatever. Just don't stay.