[didn't think about that, did you? Robert smirks just slightly, but it's hardly pleased or satisfied. and it doesn't linger for long, because the tremor has him looking up, crouching slightly as his eyes widen, and as the microbots still upon his form.
at the second, they're forming the hood- and he's bolting for the door. this is sooner than he'd thought, but there's something to be said about being true to form. Callaghan can be very good at identifying danger and threats, and with painful recent experience- even the microbots upon his leg aren't enough to keep it from sending stabs of pain through him with every step.
they don't stop him. nor do the looks he gets, because what the hell is enough to send Yokai rushing through the bar as if being chased by a hound of hell? distantly, he hears shouting, but it does't /process/. once he gets outside, he's already searching for a means of true escape.
the thing can climb. the thing is only so fast, but if he hops on top of a truck or something he can get some speed until the rest of the microbots arrive, he sent them away thinking he /had/ that time, but he doesn't-
-he doesn't quite /squawk/ at the grab, but the microbots are immediately lashing backwards to attack whatever took hold- Hiro's hand may very well get a new laceration or two by the time Callaghan spins around and is able to register who it is. and to his credit, at that point, the microbots are more inclined to grab at Hiro and keep him from running as the man takes a final look at the street and traffic.
nothing he can use.]
This is not the time or place, Hamada-!
[excuse him while he casts a meaningful look at the bar and WHY IS HE NOT ALREADY GONE]
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at the second, they're forming the hood- and he's bolting for the door. this is sooner than he'd thought, but there's something to be said about being true to form. Callaghan can be very good at identifying danger and threats, and with painful recent experience- even the microbots upon his leg aren't enough to keep it from sending stabs of pain through him with every step.
they don't stop him. nor do the looks he gets, because what the hell is enough to send Yokai rushing through the bar as if being chased by a hound of hell? distantly, he hears shouting, but it does't /process/. once he gets outside, he's already searching for a means of true escape.
the thing can climb. the thing is only so fast, but if he hops on top of a truck or something he can get some speed until the rest of the microbots arrive, he sent them away thinking he /had/ that time, but he doesn't-
-he doesn't quite /squawk/ at the grab, but the microbots are immediately lashing backwards to attack whatever took hold- Hiro's hand may very well get a new laceration or two by the time Callaghan spins around and is able to register who it is. and to his credit, at that point, the microbots are more inclined to grab at Hiro and keep him from running as the man takes a final look at the street and traffic.
nothing he can use.]
This is not the time or place, Hamada-!
[excuse him while he casts a meaningful look at the bar and WHY IS HE NOT ALREADY GONE]