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Adrastos spiraled down and landed beside Falixus.
"I had a feeling that charging a wall wouldn't work but perhaps if we charged a door it would. Those things are meant to open so they will be easyer to break."
He swung his head around to look behind him.
"While in the air I saw a door just a little ways from here."
Turning to face the direction fully, Adrastos swiveled his head around to look at Falixus.
"Come."
The Gryphon then started running.

Alek looked at the panel once again then pressed on the touch screen. After a few seconds of waiting for the machine to respond, he started repeatedly jabbing at it, getting him and the platform nowhere.
"Ah screw it."
The ancient man grabbed onto the ledge and pulled himself up, leaving the platform jammed where it was.
He dusted himself off and looked up at his comrade.
"We best be off then."

Bhaltair watched the top of Alek's head - which could just be seen over the edge of the ledge - with a raised eyebrow & a slight smirk on his face. When the man eventually managed to get himself up the centaur shook his head at him; like a parent might look upon a child who's made a bit of a fool of themselves.
"I take it you are just going to leave it there then?"
He looked at the platform, then the door, then back down at his ancient friend.
"Well, I agree, we best be getting away from here. Feign innocence & all that."

The incubus stayed kneeling in front of Angela, half his shirt in his hands. He waited for a good few minutes, letting the woman before him think about things for a while. When he did eventually speak, concern & regret laced his voice - though both were entirely false.
"H-Hey... are you ok? I've still gotta bandage some of your wounds ya know...."
He lifted his shredded shirt to show her, looking a bit sheepish, as though embarrased to be shirtless (which he definetely wasn't, he knew he had abdominal muscles most men didn't).
"Sorry it ain't proper bandages but... you were bleedin' everywhere so I thought I'd better just use this... & I'm sorry for kissing you earlier, I just didn't know how else to make you stop..."

Guido rushed round the corner. A couple of flights of stairs hadn't discouraged his pursuers, unfortunately. For them anyway. The escapee ran around a corner before coming to a sudden halt. A tiring guard followed, before being swiftly disarmed and taken to the ground, leaving him unconcious. His now wary comrade backed away slowly. However, despite this caution, he soon found himself also in a state of darkness, his target having quickly turned into the corridor and placing a tranquiliser dart in his forehead, through use of the other guard's pistol. Relieved but not relieved enough to let other guards, which were no doubt on their way, capture him, Guido began another steady pace down these ceaseless corridor. However, now his mind was not preoccupied by oncoming darts, details of his surroundings bacame clearly. He had reached a high security area. But something was amiss: the deeper he made it into the vaults, the less secure it seemed. But, if anything, this was good news. Maybe his hunch was right. Maybe his hunt had finally come to fruition. Either way, the scientist would be aware of it soon. If he had correctly memorized the map of the facility, Guido was headed towards a dead end, a treasury perhaps? The detail was a little fuzzy in his conscious.

Either way, this "end of the line" drew closer, and hopefully, it'd be worth the trouble.

(for clarity's sake, Guido's being chased for leaving a medical facility. I didn't want to effect the RP overly, but in real life, they'd probably quarantine the area. In this case, they just want to sedate Guido, so they can make sure he's deemed safe. They'd do it in a hospital!)

Bhaltair looked down at the guards for a moment, then huffed, looking & sounding irritated.
"No, I did not."
The centaur followed Alek through the doors - which now had a slight dent in them from where his hooves had connected - looking around in case they were seen. He wanted to get as far away from this section of the facility as possible; plus, there was still the issue of whatever subject had escaped... he wondered whether it had been caught yet.

Lilith put his arm round Angela for a moment, holding her to his chest. The only thing he had left to put a bandage round was the wound on her temple - though it was smaller than it had been previously. Tearing off another strip of material from what was left of his shirt, the incubus gently pushed Angela back a little so he could wind it round her head a little more easily. He spoke quietly, the hint of a warm smile on his face,
"Ya know, for a moment I wasn't sure whether you meant finish patchin' you up, or finish kissin' you."
He tied the cloth with a knot near the back of the woman's head then leant back, balancing on the balls of his feet. He ran a hand through his hair & looked away, laughing nervously,
"Sorry, probably wasn't the right time to say that..."
He looked back to Angela, his light blue eyes staring into hers,
"But what's a lovely lady like yourself doin' cryin' & tryin' to kill yourself?"

Adrastos continued running, his talons and claws leaving deep gouge marks, before coming to a quick stop infront of the doors he had spotted. He shuffled his wings and kneeded the ground as adrenalin coursed though him, he was excited to finally be doing something. The gryphon looked to the wyvern.
"I believe you will easily be able to get through this."
Adrastos wasn't ramming the door himself as he was not built for such a thing whereas Falixus was much larger and bulkier then him. He stepped to the side and out of the way.

Falixus stopped beside the gryphon, and it was clear of his ecstasy when he was told he could bash the door down. The beast swung his body around and took a few loping paces away from the doors, then paused and turned to face them. They were tough doors...thick and strong, so it would have to be angled properly.

Falixus started to charge towards the doors, his paws dragging him forwards in long strides. With velocity high, Falixus skidded sideways and lifted his right paw. As soon as the first cell of his tough right hand hide touched the door, he brought that paw down with a heavy swipe. The claws, the paw and the wing, combined with Falixus' bulk, meant that the door gave way in the middle, bending around his paw. The white wyvern snorted and stepped back, slightly annoyed that all it did was bend and give a tiny gap.