Acension Revival

[Cifero Windtail]

There were numerous pieces of debris on the next level Devin was on, easily throwable ones. Zanthe pressed another button and holograms of ghosts filled the area. She kept continuing up, but it would be easy for someone or something to knock the remote from her hand since she was too busy trying to escape.

[Farewell]

Devin stopped for a split second confused before realizing it was another trick. He wasn't affected by the holograms much, running past or through them quickly and grabbing a brick. The Shebard looked up carefully taking his aim towards her hands as she ran and threw the brick.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe was about to press another button when the brick struck her hand. Shocked and injured, the catfox dropped the remote, but didn't stop to see how bad the damage was. She just kept running up, knowing that to slow down was probably to die. The remote reached Devin's level. (I've been messaging you. Also, should Devin catch up to Zanthe?)

[Farewell]

(Was planning to) Devin grabbed the remote pressing the button to the floor she was on having smoke spray about to confused any anthro's up there. He then tossed the remote down smashing it under his boot. The Shebard quickly climbed.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe quickly covered her mouth and nose with her shirt and screwed her eyes shut, trying to feel her way to the next area. Darn it... where are the stairs...? she thought, carefully switching the bag to her left arm as she felt near her waistband for her pistol.

[Farewell]

As he arrived at the floor he looked about scanning his eyes for the catfox the smoke giving a bit of trouble, luckily it began to fade. He huffed until seeing her figure down and started  his way towards her.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe, hearing Devin's footsteps behind her, quickly took off towards the next flight of stairs shortly after discovering that her pistol was missing. Of course he took it, she thought to herself, carefully unzipping the bag and reaching inside it as she ran in an attempt to find some sort of weapon.

[Farewell]

Devin gruffed with a slight snarl, watching her run up the stairs. The Shebard then began to walk up hearing his bag unzip, making him grow more cautious.

[Cifero Windtail]

After a bit of searching, Zanthe managed to recover her pistol. However, at the same time, she could feel her body becoming more and more tired. I won't be able to outrun him, she thought, hiding behind something for a moment to take a better look at her wound. He may have missed killing me, but he still stuck me good... I'm pretty sure there's an exit wound in my back, as well. Looking around, Zanthe quickly shot out the lights, then used a claw to cut off the bottom half of her shirt. Working quickly, she used the blood-saturated fabric to staunch and somewhat bandage the wound. Well... If I'm going down, I'm going down good.

[Farewell]

As he was walking up he saw the lights go out. Noe on the top floor he looked around, squinting in the dark room as his eyes were quickly adjusting to the dark. He looked around keeping himself low and quiet, going behind objects as he wanted to avoid any attacks, while searching for Zanthe.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe, still in possession of Devin's bag, heard him coming and readied her gun, then quickly and quietly crept behind a different pillar.

[Farewell]

He heard a few noises sometimes snapping his head back and forth, while trying to spot the catfox in the dark room. Beginning to grow closer to her.

[Cifero Windtail]

He heard a few noises sometimes snapping his head back and forth, while trying to spot the catfox in the dark room. Beginning to grow closer to her.

Zanthe slowly edged her way closer to the crane, her eyes adjusting to the dark. Devin was getting close; she would have to strike soon.

[Farewell]

He began to search recklessly, knocking items over. The Shebard giving a snarl with aggravation, panting with a bit of exhaustion.

[Cifero Windtail]

Suddenly, Zanthe leapt on Devin's back from behind, whacking him between the shoulders with the butt of the pistol and leaping over him, pointing the gun at him as she got between him and the lift. "I do not wish to harm you," she said, disguising her voice. "Do not follow me." With that, she feinted a dash for the lift, planning to run back around and use the crane to escape.