The boss, his daughter and his bodyguard crashed untidily into a blackjack table and set of chairs on the level below. Chips sprayed everywhere. Energy bolts of different colours whizzed in every directions; it would be clear to Senjen that there was a major firefight on every floor. The three of them recovered their footing and stumbled towards the stairwell on the third floor, out of sight. 

The robot Senjen kicked was down, but not out. In fact, after this, it was pissed. Nearly torn in two by the plasma baton, it tried to invert its trajectory to fly straight back at the Utaysi. But the thrusters on one side of its body sputtered and died. So instead it identified the closest targets to its current course - the kitchen -  and sluggishly careened right into them.

The resulting fireball filled the area all around it. The soldier who’d emerged from the stairwell only just made it into Light’s booth before a wall of flames rushed past. Light shoved him to the floor and covered both him and the wounded lady with his suit. It screeched a shrill temperature warning at him.

The second droid meanwhile was about three seconds behind Senjen. They had chosen a fast ascent over a controlled one, and so when they raised their weapon and fired a continuous stream of energy it wasn’t pinpoint accurate. But it would still raise serious problems if it made a connection. The droid was locked onto a collision course.

 Once the fireball receded, the soldier pushed Light off and clambered to his feet.

“FOLLOW. ME.” She instructed loudly and clearly through the deafening racket. Light grabbed hold of her exosuit so he wouldn’t lose her as she strode to the railing. Holding onto it, she vaulted over and accurately swung down and onto the floor below. Light saw Senjen and the droid approaching, fired at it but couldn’t make contact

“Senjen watch out!” He shouted, before practising as the soldier had done, swinging off the rail and onto the lower floor.