With no idea what Val had been planning below, Foramen had kept walking as Val hurled her cross at the tanker. Unprepared for the explosion that rocked the nearby buildings, Foramen was caught by the shockwave of burning air and slammed forward. The raised edge around the roof broke his dive. Breath driven from his body, Foramen could only lay where he was, gasping.

Eventually, oxygen returned to his lungs and he rolled backwards, away from the bricked 'guard' that prevented anyone up here from falling off. 'Very helpful,' Foramen thought, giving the bricks a black stare. Touching his ribs garnered a hiss and a wince. Definitely bruised. Shallow cuts and scrapes littered his arms, and a glance behind him showed a singed skirt.

"They're all psychotic," he groaned as he sat up.

Sirens in the distance were rapidly growing closer. Foramen had no desire to be here when the emergency services arrived, or if crazy gambler lady decided to jump up to the rooftops and look around for her intended victim. Having had enough for one day, Foramen checked to make sure he still had his starseed, then teleported away.


[FIN]