Rain hisses on the pavement outside Front Street. Trailblazer holds the exit, broad as a wall, while Sally stands trapped with the stolen drive near the sealed doors.
Psyche Delic
You picked a bad spot to get cornered. I can bend his attention, if you want past him.
A figure steps out of the alley gloom, scarf high over his mouth, purple lenses catching the streetlight. His headband glows with a faint, sickly shimmer.
Trailblazer
Stay where you are. That drive stays here.
Psyche Delic raises one hand, casual as a magician, and the air around the sidewalk seems to wobble. The rain still falls, but the world feels briefly too bright, too loud.
Psyche Delic
I am not the problem here. He is. Give me a second, and I make the second count.
Trailblazer shifts his weight, wary now, eyes narrowing at the newcomer as Sally faces two threats and one possible exit.
“I use Psyche Delic's distraction to phase through trailblazer and super speed to front street.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled +0)