Roth & Korrigan

Escapade 4: Running

            The polished wood floors didn't provide much traction as Roth skidded around the corner, Korrigan behind him, and Duchess at his heels. Shots rang out as the figures from the moore- clothed in a rather ominous black- chased after them with guns in hand. As several bullets whizzed inches past his face, James couldn't help but give thanks that their pursuers weren't nearly as accurate as Korrigan with their arms.

          Still, it was better to be safe than sorry. Ripping a shield off an iron suit of armor as he tore past, Roth tossed it behind him to his comrade. "Strap it on your back, Ms. Korrigan!" With a nod Korrigan struggled to don the shield like a backpack, while Roth stole yet another to use as his own. With a hopeful look out the windows to his right, the running researcher was dismayed to find that floor on which they were was four stories up- no chance of leaping out to actually survive. With an amused look, Roth remembered running from pursuers much like this in New Jersey- where he had met Korrigan for the first time.
          
         He had been searching for the Jersey Devil, with Duchess in tow of course, when he'd come across one of the gangs in the area. Turned out, they had been using the Devil as a front for a bunch of robberies, thereby leading to rise in sightings- which of course drew Roth out of his little Alaskan corner to investigate. And it had been safe to say that they weren't happy when Roth, with an understandable amount of frustration, declared that he would be turning them in to the proper authorities. With the help of trash can lids and snowdrifts, he and Duchess were able to elude their pursuers and disappear into the winter crowds- just in time to come across a distressed young lady.
           
        "James! " that very same lady now had noticed a staircase rushing up to meet the three at the end of the hall.
           
        "Excellent!" Her employer exclaimed, even as shots narrowly missed his chest, for he turned to ride upon the well-polished banister. Following suit, Korrigan went flying down in the same fashion, while Duchess nimbly took three stairs at a time. Like the somewhat sensible people they were, the figures from the moore followed on foot.

            "Ha!" Korrigan cried in delight- until more figures were spied at the end of the current course. Though just a handful, they looked menacing- and they were blocking the only visible hallway on the level.

             "Stay behind me, Laurel." With the end of the banister approaching, Roth struck the corresponding step, propelling himself through the air to stick a kick against the head of the closest enemy. As he fell with a resounding crack, Roth landed to sweep aside the legs of another. Preparing to strike a punch in the face, James was struck with a sudden pain.

             Flashes of light attracted his eyes towards the knives in the majority of his opponents' hands. Logic then screamed for him to look down. The white sleeve of his shirt was currently changing to a dark red.

Oh-no! Don't loose James! This requires....RESEARCH! Anyways, enjoy this update and tell me if you think I could make it better(because I think I could).
                                                   -WritingWolf