"I live in another district." Touka reached up and pried the man's fingers from her hand slowly, "So I can't. She's old enough to take care of herself anyways." She glanced at the clock on her phone, "It's about time I get going. I don't need to get caught outside and get questioned by overzealous Overwatch members when I can be safely at home." She released his hand, rubbing her fingers together, "Maybe you should take care not to show vulnerability to others. That was what I thought I noticed about you today." She waved a hand, "Ciao!"<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>The concrete pavement surrounding the robot's feet cracked as the Ghoul applied more force. Yumi saw this and rolled out of the way, flicking the catch on her gun to release the spent magazine and reload. She cocked the rifle and fell back, the barrel still trained on the Ghoul. "No use fighting now. Fall back." She shook her head, repeating again, "Fall back!" She did not care what some product of science fiction was doing here but the thing was in the way of the Ghoul which bought them time to fall back and regroup.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>The Artisan snarled, breaking its silence. Beneath the mask, it salivated, it wanted more. More flesh. More. It rotated, swiveling its shoulders and flinging both car and robot into the junction. Two bullets cut through its neck, slashing open the windpipe and gullet, the soft tissue disintegrating at the speeds the bullets cut through it, one breaking off the bottom chunk of the mask as it exited, revealing the mouth of the Ghoul. Almost as quickly as the bullets cut through them the flesh and organs knitted back together again. Its sclerae darkened rapidly, turning to advance on the man-child... thing which shot at it. A car was knocked to the side as it marched forward, uncaring. There was a whistle, something travelling through the air and the grating of moving metal. It vaulted to the side, evading the first barrage of dozens of steel ball bearings. Empty shells rolled off the robots boots as it righted itself, its arm raising again as it fired. The Artisan leaped up, catching onto the side of the building as the glass, steel and concrete shattered around it. Then its entire right arm was ripped off from one of the blast, creating a red mark on the side of the skyscraper. It screeched in pain, even as its arm began to regenerate, vaulting upwards on its remaining limbs and onto the roof of another building out of sight.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"Now that is something we don't see everyday." Red's lips curled upwards.<span style="font-style: italic">Thing would make big news and considering she saw it first hand... it would certainly fetch a bigger price.</span>