BAM!

Her panicked fleeing came to a swift, painful end... and it felt like she hit a solid wall.

But it was really some random guy who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She felt herself pitch forward, tumbling end over end, and when she (and he) landed she wasn't sure which was was up and down. All she knew was that her heart was racing, various places now hurt, and that she was half laying on someone. Blinking dizzily, she realized quite suddenly that the sky was quite a few shades lighter than it should be. Which was... very wrong. In crashing into the man, her glasses has been knocked violently from her face.

And... what was worse, was that when she tried to shakily jump to her feet, she found herself *stuck* on him. Whoever he was. In the commotion, Sloth had untangled himself from around her neck and had latched tightly into the man's upper left arm. Biting out a few choice words in her native Greek, she was tugging at the stubborn snake futility, attempting to pry it forcefully off, when Big Beasty came galloping around the corner.

She could swear it was muttering some kind of sing song version of Fe Fi Fo Fum, as it charged them.

Giving up on freeing herself from the stranger, she simply threw one word at him and attempted to haul him to his feet, so that they could escape together and sort the snake mess out later, while exchanging awkward pleasantries after they were far, far away from the toothy, drooling thing chasing her.

"Run!"

If there was one thing worse than having a gigantic, yellow, gorilla armed mutant bearing down on you, Jirou had just found it. Rather, it looked like it had found him. Now under normal circumstances, he'd have no problem with having a python or any other snake crawling around on him, but given the circumstances as they were, he was less than thrilled about having a snake coiling around his arm, which was coincidentally attached to a green woman's head.

Boy what a great day this was turning out to be.

He also didn't need to be told twice that it was time to am scray out of there. He didn't want to think of what would happen to him if that big yellow brute got it's gnarled hands on him.

Scrambling to his feet like a cat on linoleum flooring, Jirou grabbed the green haired mutant by the shirt sleeve, and by extension snake...hair...thing, and took off in a mad dash sprint across the street, dodging and weaving moving and parked cars as they entered another alley way, darting left and right like a rat in a maze, except in this maze there was no cheese and there was a rapid mutant wolverine chasing after them.

They knocked over trash cans, crates, boxes, and whatever else they could to try and slow down their pursuer, who simply burst through the clutter as if it were confetti. Whatever this thing was, it was dead set on catching them, and it was clearly enjoying the chase. The endless stream of nursery school rhymes were also creepy as hell.

"SKIP-SKIP-SKIP TO MY LOU!!!"

"I GOT OUT OF BED FOR THIS?!"

There's a reason people race. It's fun! With the wind in your face, whipping your tongue out of your mouth and to the side, hands pounding pavement, heart racing, every muscle in your body working overtime. The thrill of the race. Or, in this case, chase, was what it was. A blast.

Two, count em, two tasty moppets. The adrenaline rushing through them was sure to make them tasty, once she got her sweet, sweet victory. The fact she did not have it now? An annoyance, but hey! Running!

The yellow thing roared. And kept on bounding.

An alley or two back, Ashton cursed. Dammit. This was ridiculous. And Quin was right there ahead of him. He needed to catch up.

In a blink, a trash can stood where he'd been. He appeared in the trash can's place, still running. He passed Quin.

"Well, this is wholly ridiculous." He cursed. "Where the hell is it running them to? Just chasing them for chasing's sake? God, I wish someone would stop running." It was pissing him off. Although, if someone did... and he sure hoped the beasty wasn't just chasing them like a sheep dog, luring them into a--

"DEAD END!" A British voice cackled. Saliva hit pavement as her tongue lolled out happily against the side of her face. How many times had she done this? And they fell for it each and every time~ <3

And then....Ashton was ahead of her.

"I'd still kick your ass on the obstacle course..." she muttered as she kicked up the speed another notch. It was one of the rules, you couldn't use powers on the course. Everyone had to start on even footing.

Where were they even going? What were they even supposed to do? If the idiots had stopped running, or stayed put like they'd been told, the situation wouldn't have even had to escalate to this point. But Nooooooo. People had to be stupid, they had to run away from the people with the guns and the authority to use them.

It figured.

So Quin ran, and tried to catch up to everyone, since now she was behind.

A dead end.

Andrea felt her heart sink a little, and her breathing hitched to a panicked rate. There was no escape... no exit. Her limbs tingled slightly as a wave of weakness washed over her. She honestly felt like giving up... like dropping to her knees and waving the white flag.

Bent over, her hands on her knees as she attempted to catch her breath and slow her heart beat, she heard the approach of the yellow beast and froze. Sloth moved quickly, uncurling himself from around the man's arm she had bulldozed into. He positioned himself around her shoulders, poised and ready to strike if need be, and hissed as loud as he possibly could.

Andrea squeezed her eyes shut, dropping to her knees and curling in on herself while willing the world to go away....

The drooling mutant had them cornered, delightfully cornered. The game was coming to an end, and it was the victor. As always. She couldn't wait to revel in her spoils, both of them, from what she could smell! Brazenly stepping closer to the two cornered morsels, its tilted head at the sudden hissing, tendrils of drool dangling from it's chompers. "Is that a challenge, I hear? Oooh~ goody Goody!"

Guns hadn't worked that well. Well. Okay.

Something hit her shoulder. The beast didn't notice. It was like a fly. No big deal. Then electricity arced, and PAIN she noticed. The pain, she noticed. She roared.

The big doggy thing spun to aim her body in the direction of the source of the PAIN.

"DON'T TAZE ME, BRO!" She foamed.

Ashton didn't lower his arms. The TASER was still raised. He didn't blink. "Just freeze." He said. Please. And stop quoting bad stuff. For the love of God.