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A sigh of a questionable kind escaped Hakuren as he sat amidst the piles of rocks. Leon approached, unfazed by much of what was happening around them and made his suggestion. Pushing himself in order to stand on his two legs, it was as if the psychology student saw being made to rise abruptly as a small, irritating matter. Taking one step forward towards Mado, the trios were now closely together. He looked at her and whispered words only the three of them could hear.
[b]"Mado-chan, retrieve the list, will you? Cut anything as much as you like, just not the paper. And Leo,"[/b] he glanced sideways at his partner in crime, a small line of red going down his temple. [b]"wrestling isn't a good idea right now. Just follow my lead."[/b]
Taking one step back, he looked at them both, hands in his pockets, relaxed, as if he had met up with friends and had not a care in the world. But behind this farce of inactivity lied a hidden agenda. Once assured that the stones beneath his feat were just the right base he desired, Hakuren bent his knees only a little bit, presumably about to crouch, yet sprang sideways, towards Luke and Leila.
At a high speed he raced, using the information he had gathered about the terrain in his advantage. Not once did he quiver. Not once did he trip. It was either his precise memory brought into action or the fact that the cocktail of hormones, served after the first blow to the head, had set the body on an auto survival mode. Chances were it was both, with a pinch of the madness that dwells within each of us. How insane the lad was on the inside could not determined quite easily, but it could certainly be said by examining his appearance. A young man racing at full speed, with blood splattered on his head and shoulders, still dripping as he moved. The slight grin, which grew with every fleeting moment, was the cherry on top.
Drops of crimson stained the cave's floor as the youngster headed forwards like a torpedo. His course appeared determined, not a thing could divert him from his path. However, just as he neared his target, suddenly he took a sharp turn to the side, where the man's hand was occupied with holding Leila's handcuffs. Once establishing his new position, he jumped backwards, in order to use a stone to thrust himself forwards and landed where the hooded's back initially faced. Once more he made a sharp turn, yet made sure to leap and jump further away, for he would now be facing the pipe's side and getting hit once more would lead to disastrous consequences. At all times, he made sure to keep his green-blue eyes on his opponent, in order to head-dodge and evade the metal weapon. Soon enough, he completed a full circle around the stranger and began another and another, this time even faster and gradually shortened the distance between them. This logically made not much sense at first, yet had plenty of reasoning behind the curtain. 

In the short time Hakuren had lived in this current life, there were many things he had experienced. Joy, sadness, curiosity, pain. The pleasures almost always weighed as much as the hardships. An inevitable element of his growing up was the common lawless street. Despite never having one defined home, in which he belonged, there had been many alleys, streets, lanes and the like, which he had crisscrossed and examined with the curiosity of a cat. It was impossible for him to not learn that the old phrase "curiosity kills the cat" was not simply a figure of speech. In his younger years, he had gotten caught and beaten several times, yet each time he found himself rising and becoming stronger. For better or for worse "stronger" was not directly used in the literal sense of the world. Of course, his body inevitably toughened a bit, but he did not earn nicely formed sweaty muscles, a gigantic back or plates. Apparently, the boy's body was never built for it. Instead, his legs became powerful enough to sustain a time-consuming run, in other words, his stamina rose and so did his speed and agility. Between fight and flight, he had always chosen flight, knowing that he could never knock out someone with just one punch, unless it was some miracle. This decision enhanced his hips, tights and feet enough to save his life many times when he got on the nerves of the wrong crowd. The occasional obstacles lying around, such as boxes, trashcans, benches, sleeping people, bottles, and basically trash, had increased his ability in judging his surroundings quickly for the purpose of maneuvering or utilizing the said items against his pursuers. It had been amusing to see how people flared and yelled at him, once he reached a place they could not reach. He had had to bare a good amount of beat when he began venturing out into the dangerous areas, but it was all well worth it. 

The situation at hand did not offer any specific objects, other than stones perhaps, yet kicking them would be hard and bending to grab one would be far too pricy. Thus the lad in the midnight green coat did the best thing he could. Confuse the opponent. The stranger had Leila in his grasp, which limited his movements significantly. Furthermore, he had to keep track of Hakuren's consistent shifting, which undoubtedly would make one's head slightly dizzy after awhile. If he did not pay attention when the youngster headed for the back, there would automatically be an opening, which Hakuren attempted to take a couple of times, yet failed (?). Regardless of his misses, he kept on circling the man, coming closer and then backing away, in order to avoid the pipe and kicks that got sent his way. There was no need to hurry. He had all the time in the world.