[Celty turns, ready to fight when she hears and sees the impact to her side, but she's relieved that it's a friend. Even if that friend knocked out some poor crazed office worker.
Sirens...Someone else. RIGHT. Right the cops are the ones who can do this. But somehow she can't help but shake the feeling she'll get chased instead.
The crowd makes another surge but she raises her hands, summoning her shadows to push everyone back in a soft but urgent wave. The shadows wrap around the legs of the most forward people, clinging to them in sticky tendrils. It should hold them, or at least slow them, for a few minutes.]
Re: Taking Stock
Sirens...Someone else. RIGHT. Right the cops are the ones who can do this. But somehow she can't help but shake the feeling she'll get chased instead.
The crowd makes another surge but she raises her hands, summoning her shadows to push everyone back in a soft but urgent wave. The shadows wrap around the legs of the most forward people, clinging to them in sticky tendrils. It should hold them, or at least slow them, for a few minutes.]