Snatching two more magazines from the gunman's unconscious body, the red haired youth stashed them in his pockets and started walking toward the exit on the other en the arena. Halfway through, he came to a stop and turned around with a menacing glare.
"HEY! GET YOUR ASS MOVING ALREADY!"
Flare snapped out of her daze and jumped to her feet. Though she followed after the youth, her mind mind kept going between whether she should object to his decision and force him to retreat, or if she should go along with it and chase after the fleeing criminals.
Arriving at the side open door, the red haired youth pressed his back to the wall on its lent and carefully peeked his head. No sooner had he done so than the wall beside him shattered, sparks and shards scattering in whichever direction.
