JonJon's hop scotch running interrupted by a few random teleports to throw off any pursuers was suddenly jeopardised by an energetic explosion that knocked him off balance. He teleported into a roll before to avoid landing face first into the sandy floor. He got up in a crouch looking around for whatever made the explosion, ready to teleport at a moment's notice. He cautiously hooked his skateboard on one of the many chains adorning his baggy black pants making a crude holster for it. It hung off him like a sheath. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his butterfly knife, flicking it open deftly as he found a floating figure with his sight. That was no good, the feminine figure had a bow. He needed to find cover yet again.
He teleported behind the sand pile, he had now crossed the entire arena ending up almost exactly opposite to where he started.

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