((Sure, join in! But do it fast! XD These guys can't seem to stay in one place very long without making friends...))
Corliss ducked back, his host's shoulder singed badly by the glancing Dracon blast.
Worse than that, the brunt of the shot itself hit the shielding of the ship behind him, causing it to momentarily appear again underneath blue coursing energy.
Right on top of a Radioshack in broad daylight.
Myitt peered around the corner. "Coward's running away!" she snarled, quickly pulling herself back into the alleyway. She aimed her Dracon at Estril's retreating form but he was already gone. "Damnit! Who's hit?" She blinked at Tia. "Oh, sh*t, Corliss, if you're alive, get the ship down here..."
"Ngh...working on it, mate," Corliss called raspingly from the rooftop, barely audible.
The acrid stench of charred flesh and clothing was quickly becoming noticeable. Someone walking by glanced in their direction--Myitt waved and smiled a far too cheerful smile at the young woman--and then the passerby hurried along.
Myitt helped Tia steady herself, gingerly putting an arm around Tia's uninjured shoulder and inspecting her wound. "Yep, it's a good one, but you'll make it. Come on, we're gonna get the hell...out of..."
Police sirens. Close by.
"...Corliss, right now, please," Myitt yelled anxiously.
All the nasty grit and old papers and trash in the alley flew up around them in a disgusting cloud as the fighter wedged its way, very carefully, into the alley. It barely fit, its now-invisible body screeching against the brick walls on either side. Myitt winced.
The hatchway materialized just a couple feet above their heads and Corliss crouched there, sweating and holding his bloody left shoulder with a grimace of pain. "All aboard," he said, smiling faintly.
