"Yeah..." Touka said, thinking to herself, "But we shouldn't be going in the direction someone is running away from, right?" It usually meant there was something dangerous there, be it some psycho, Nocturne or worse, the Overwatch. "I guess I should be going now as well then." She went back to get her sister, only to find the bench empty.<span style="font-style: italic">Escaped again, huh?</span>She sighed and glanced at the bag which was slung over her shoulder. This was going to be annoying.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>The spikes moved quickly, two whipping to the back, leaving two at the front. Those at the back punched themselves into the ground, supporting her from the incoming attack and the two at the front elongated, growing thinner as they reached forward towards her prey. The Artisan hissed as the shock of the impact struck her. She twisted and raised a spike against her aggressor, feeling him push against her. The tip of the spike lifted, digging into his arm. The more he pushed forward towards her, the deeper the spike would pierce into his arm. The other spike followed its sister, curving down from the top of his arm with similar effect.<br/><br/>Once she was sure the rest of her body could support the force, she released his arm, her back spikes dragging her up and off the ground and away from the aggressor, the tips of the two dripped with both blood and black liquid. She hissed challengingly as she backed off, daring him to attack again.