Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32558333-20180209203838/@comment-30700719-20180209224045

I stand up and wave my friends forward into the shrine. Bringing up the rear, I turn back to get a glance of the Shirohebi slowly turning towards us. Of course, almost everyone was already out of view, so they all locked on to me. I swung inside the shrine and listened as arrows saturated the area, many of them shooting through the windows. I slumped against the wall, closing my eyes for a quick second. With an ecstatic cry, one of them locked eyes with me. I have no idea how I got away from her. I was like three metres away from her. Anyhow, I was off, sprinting through the shrine like my feet were on fire. They practically were, what with all the fireballs the Shirohebi were throwing. I came to a corner and planted my foot down, spinning the other way to better keep my momentum. Unfortunately, this also gave me the chance to see my pursuers. Any amount of composure I had was now gone, and my pure instinct of retreat powered me down that hallway like a rocket. I kicked through a flimsy, papery wall and rushed past what looked like the guys...drinking tea?! My sudden rush of anger was quickly replaced by the smug satisfaction of knowing that I'd led the Shirohebi right to them. I bashed through another one, before roughly coming to a halt. Leaving the small room, I attempted to use stealth instead of speed. Apparently, I had miscounted, and there was one few Shirohebi. That probably meant that they were all taking care of my friends, leaving me free. I casually snuck up to the entrance and looked around. There didn't seem to be any Cupids around, and no volley of arrows loomed up at me from the bushes. I tentatively took one step outside, then another. I continued to do so, making my way across the street. When I hit the sidewalk, I turned and walked, like nothing had happened. That's the key, acting as if you're perfectly normal. So there I was, strolling down the street, heart thumping in my chest. I hear a shout, and I look up. There, on top of a building, is a Cupid wielding a gatling gun. My mouth hangs agape. I recognised the Cupid from the encounter in not-Paris, and she remembered it, too. The barrel started to spin up, and the muzzle of the gun came to bear on me. I let out a sigh. "Gottverdammt..."