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Adrien looked at the girl who said her name was Ruko and nodded, ignoring her nickname 'Frenchie' for the moment. He wasn't crazy. He wasn't about to argue with her over a nickname, when a walking suit of armor was charging towards them. He dashed over to the window and tried to open it, but it was locked. Well duh, he thought. So then, unless Ruko had some kind of power to blast windows open they were stuck... Or maybe not. Adrien glanced around and quickly found something that looked like it would work. A wooden chair, not super huge but not small either. He picked it up and shifted his grip on it so it was comfortable in his hands. Then he charged at the window and slammed the chair into it. The window had spidery cracks through it, but didn't break.
"It looks like it's bullet-proof or something, fille," Adrien told Ruko. "I can break it, but it might take some time," he added as he readied himself for another charge. It was a good thing he was athletic... Sure, he wasn't the strongest or fastest. And his power wasn't very good for fighting. But hey, it was something. If only there was something heavily in the room... Ugh. Adrien slammed the chair into the window again.
"It looks like it's bullet-proof or something, fille," Adrien told Ruko. "I can break it, but it might take some time," he added as he readied himself for another charge. It was a good thing he was athletic... Sure, he wasn't the strongest or fastest. And his power wasn't very good for fighting. But hey, it was something. If only there was something heavily in the room... Ugh. Adrien slammed the chair into the window again.