Nyri silently flipped to the edge of the building, looking around at the various buildings. Suddenly, an alarm rang through the compound; likely Kuthon had decided that she was to be taken prisoner, again. Nyri silently settled onto the edge of the building, calling on the Force and sensing things in the compound. She found a set of old armor and tried to make it run towards the gate. One of the soldiers looked up and pointed at the object. "It's that prisoner! She's trying to escape!" he yelled, giving pursuit to his stolen armor.<br/><br/>Nyri winced; she couldn't keep this up very long. Already the trick was draining her; a few seconds later, the pile of dirty armor collapsed in the street in a lifeless pile. On the rooftop, Nyri's shroud vanished and she struggled to her feet. The girl began limping then Force leaped to a nearby building, trying to find an undefended piece of wall. Her left leg twisted and she rolled, falling then coming to a swift stop near one of the building's smoke stacks.<br/><br/>The girl weakly breathed, her head having knocked into the durasteel. She gave a weak groan, trying to force herself to stay awake. She was close. She just needed a few more minutes. The girl's clothing was torn and filthy from all the roof jumping. The hospital slops looked more like rags. Shivering, Nyri grasped up and grabbed onto the durasteel cylinder, forcing herself to her feet. She looked around, softly cursing under her breath.