Snippet #1618234

Oh, merde. Of all the Controls, they had to be found by the walking suit of armor, didn't they? This was going to be the worst day of Adrien's life, at this rate. Deciding he could do more behind away from the juggernaut and Will, Adrien backed up a little so Will would be the one to face it first. I'm such a coward... And completely useless, Adrien thought to himself. There had to be a way out of this.... After all, there had to be something that could stop it. Maybe a couple of walls? A car or two? Eyes darting around the street, Adrien rested his eyes on the large truck the Controls had come out of. I wonder if that's big enough to stop the walking suit of armor, Adrien thought. Well, it's better then letting Will get run over... Besides, would they go after the easy Nowhere or the hard one?

Picking up a well-sized rock, and deciding that the suit of armor probably wouldn't even feel it, Adrien threw it with all his strength at the armor. It shattered, but a blow like that had to at least have some affect on the armor. Well, apparently not, because it looked like the thing was fine. Biting his lip, Adrien dashed across the street, to the block he and Will had come from.

"Get your ass outta here, Will! You're worth more then me," Adrien yelled. Probably a lie, since Adrien had insanely rich (and just plain insane) parents, but whatever. Besides, Adrien wasn't talking about literal wealth. Anyone who could actually fight would be more useful in the next few days then someone who couldn't. Besides, he would probably be able to distract the Controls long enough for Will to get a good head start. "Please run WIll, please..." Adrien muttered, hoping he would. He wasn't sure what Miles and Ruko were doing, but even if they had been there, what could they do against the suit of armor?

"Hé, vous merde! Viens me chercher!" Adrien yelled at the suit of armor, mentally wondering why he switched into French and if it even understood what Adrien had said. Hopefully it was intelligent enough to realize it was being insulted. With that, Adrien dashed towards the truck, pulling out his sword. He reached into his bag and was able to throw three daggers somewhat randomly at a long-haired girl standing by the doors. She looked somewhat pretty, Adrien thought. If only I had more time to chat and didn't have to fight these people off in order to protect my friend...