Yumi flicked the switch, discarding the spent magazine and slipping a fresh one in its place. She watched as the Ghoul vaulted out of sight before turning her gaze downwards to face the suit of armor. The suit did noting but continue observing the rooftops as it backed up, its hand reaching up to its ear as though speaking mutely over a phone within the metal husk.<br/><br/>"Back up, the backup will replace you." Their dispatcher stated curtly, "There are new orders to stay back and not pursue, not after how that ghoul went ahead to activate. Return to your vehicle and standby until further notice."<br/><br/>Yumi did as the dispatched instructed, knowing that their movements were coordinated in order to maximise their output potential. "I think that's it for today. No car chase," she trailed off as the power armour marched into view. It gesticulated towards a building where their squad had fired at towards another officer who nodded an acknowledgment. This, she just noticed. Hopefully they stayed away from the window. She did not want to have the trouble of dealing collateral damage in this kind of scenario.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>The Artisan tripped on its cloak, its arm nearly fully regenerated by this point, outstretched before itself to soften its landing. It slid a good few meters through a puddle of water and lay still, catching its breath. Seconds later, it got up, removing its mask, its chest rising and falling as it fought to ease its strained lungs. Then a pair of hands seized it by its shoulders from behind.<br/><br/>The hands tightened into a chokehold, its attacker clinging to it as it slammed itself into walls in attempt to rid itself of its foe.