[center][h2][color=#20B2AA]Zach Kozel:[/color]
[color=goldenrod]Denver Alley[/color][/h2][/center]
Though it may have been in Zach's mind, it almost felt like Necro had begun panicking. Liquid snaked past Zach's leg, and he started in surprise. As a side effect of the delay, he was quickly trapped in a prison of bone, stopping his charge . A loud curse escaped his lips as he threw himself at the material, though the attempt was futile. He sighed as Necro fled, deciding to try another method. A loud crack sounded down the alley as he hit the base of a single bar with the crowbar It didn't shatter, but it fractured  badly. Zach dropped the crowbar, wincing at pain at the pain. He fell to his knees, a long string of curses beginning to leave his lips after a large gasp. Distant sirens seemed to be growing less so, and Zach's escape seemed less and less likely. He glanced over at the now collapsed police officer, and the man who he had sided with.

[color=#00b200][b]”Do you mind-uh-helping out a bit?”[/b][/color] He asked carefully, eyeing the man with a patient caution. He didn't expect to be attacked, but he wouldn't be surprised if Arsenal decided leaving was the more urgent task. 

The blood lust had left Zach's eyes, replaced with a measured confidence. He felt something warm on his face, and wiped away the red sticky liquid away with his sleeve. It didn't particularly help, it mostly just smeared the blood.