((Logged 3/24/01 by Dirah, Incomplete))
Tifa enters the area, panting. "Well, there was your big entrance...," she says, in between panting to herself, "such expensive whips, too...ugh...Dirah, Cerencia...Daniel...where are you guys!" she straightens herself out, and continues her rush to the exit.
Dirah exits the box swiftly, with a mild murmer to the curious fools inside... Siding with Tifa? Well, obviously enough. But it wasn't as much their business to care. But the moment he is out of sight of the First Box, he runs to the center of the hall, towards the battling ground, stopping once he comes in sight of Tifa. No need to waste his energy now, after all, when he has a feeling.. That he's going to have to run a bit farther than this, "Wonderful mess this is beginning to seem like..." Its barely loud enough to hear, but is tinged in all means of obvious annoyance. A nod to Tifa and a louder note of, "Hey, hurry it up! I do fear our stay is overdone.." Is all he grants besides.
After a brief delay, Sigurd follows Tifa out of the arena, optical whip in one hand, Bart's whips in the other, just hoping Bart bothered to understand the look he gave him to cut her off from the other end of the hall, or at least -try-. This was a mess, couldn't they go and just have one goal at a time instead of dealing with random terrorists on the side?
Cerencia does not bother entering at a run, for he is already walking briskly in the far end. His cloak around him and two others over his arm, the older man takes in the situation quickly before narrowing his eyes and gathering his energy to react. "Let us go now, Young... let us -go-," he rumbles quietly, but firmly.
Bart opens the door, and rushes out of the Box, looking around. He spots Sigurd and several other cloaked people, and then blinks. No, he didn't get Sig's look and translate it as "Cut them off" but he'll try to do something.
Tifa nods at Cerencia, acknowledging both of their claims. "Come on!" she quickly continues her rush towards the exit, she's not getting caught now. She has a lot of things to do that don't involve sitting in a cell, and Liete would then be extremely disappointed in her either way.
Hm, being caught -would- be a bit of a pain.. Although with any sort of a prayer, one could hope that the three of them would have -some- hope at being able to get out of here.. Well. There is hardly enough time to debate out whether this is an even situation, or a hopeful situation, or even if there is reason to doubt.. But as Tifa comes running down the hall, it becomes very obvious that there's not enough time for any of that. With little more than a nod, Dirah casts a glance to Sigurd and Bart and then takes to a run along side Tifa. No, simply fleeing from this crowded area -would- be the best option right now...
Damnit, both on the run now... And a third at the end of the hall? Where was.... Bart! If he had time, Sigurd would have goen over and whapped the kid one. But instead he throws Bart his whips. "I found your whips, Young Master, now hurry up!" That was all the attention given to him as he chases the other two - three? - down the hall. "Stop! All of you!" Okay, that was pointless, it was obvious they weren't going to stop just by being told.....