Leila Parking
She stared blankly at the other end of the plaza, sunken into her seat as the dread in the plaza grew. Violence the population of Nexus City was used to, but sadistic, tangible threats like the one echoing through the floor was something else entirely. People just far enough to be able to claim they were uninvolved were starting to run - like she should be doing - while disagreements and shock sent the crowd subjected to the undeniable danger shuddering and bumping against each other.
Behind the face of self-preservative freakout, something smoldered but didn't show. The news hound nearly bound off her seat with a clatter, fingers mechanically calling up emergency numbers on the phone in her pocket by memory. "Shit, shit," she mouthed.
She wasn't done turning around, the phone not done connecting, when someone with a weight to their steps came into her line of sight, a young man with sunglasses and a wild look, who picked the just-vacated-chair off the floor with a grinding sound. The freelancer hesitated in her retreat to throw a questioning stare at him.
Raikou
Raikou raised the chair above his shoulders with a firm grip and said briefly, without sparing the woman a glance, "Lemme borrow this." He flung it with incredible force at the blonde bastard at the head of this stupidly wicked scenery, rumbling from his throat as it went flipping through the air.
