<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “. . . I’m glad you realized it sounded like a fight.. and then you ran into it?!”</span>Vivio hissed in disgust, fear of being discovered the only thing keeping her from screaming.  She yanked her camera off her head, stuffed it into its pack, and then placed it on the ground.  She hadn’t been joking; Isaac<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>better know this forest as well as he claimed because there was no way she was paying $150 to replace her camera because he’d been stupid enough to dash into a fight.<br/><br/>She shook out her hands and then carefully followed the path Isaac had made in his rampage to save the poor injured fool.  The sounds of fighting grew louder with every step she took.  A wave of heat rolled over her, scorching her cheeks.  Great, a pyromancer or weather adjuster of some sort was present.  So focused was VIvio on the area around her, the blond almost tripped over a pair of feet.  She stumbled to a stop, her noisy arrival thankfully drowned out by an inhuman roar.  A human body went flying across her vision and collided violently with a tree trunk.  Two barrage of light beams went flying in the opposite direction.  Well, it looked like Aisha’s information was right (again): it was definitely the ABB and the E88 having a powwow.  Now how was she going to get out of this?<br/><br/>The blond reached down, hand grasping for the body beneath her.  The moment her hand touched cloth, she hauled back as hard as she could.<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “Let’s get—“</span>She was cut off by another, unfamiliar voice.<br/><br/>“Another two whitey brats?  Maybe they thought they’d try to shank us?”  A sinister voice asked.<br/><br/>“Mayyybeeee” A second voice sing-songed, “Maaaaayyybbbeeeeeee we should make sure they don’t do that? Hmmmm”  The voice continued her one-sided conversation: “Yes, yes.  That sounds like a good idea!  Hiiiiiii whiteys. Let’s play!”