[He watches the speedy display with a hint of approval; it's a really good way of using the programming to your advantage. But then, of all things, the Regina-blessed fool decides to slow down for his benefit, and Luvander is about to shout back at him to watch his own back, when the gun manages to get in a blast.

He twists around where he stands and sprints off after the other boy, hearing another blast hit just right behind him. The bench is sturdy, and just about the only cover Luvander can see, so he rolls under it and drags Flik with him, hands seeking out his face as the most obvious exposed skin, trying to get the scope of his damages.]

Hold still. I appreciates that everyone needs excitement in their lives, but I don't actually need you to make this any harder.