OOOOOOKAY. This is an EXTREMELY belated fic for my friend Ruth (Ruthibobs, here on FF). Happy Birthday! Sorry for the lateness! Hope you enjoy!
The Elemental scaled the old brick wall quickly, before leaping onto the slate roof of the old Cardiff building. Her foot slipped on the sleek stone, but her hands had already wrapped themselves over the edge of a chimney, nothing like an adrenaline rush from a close call.
She watched the skinny ruffian scrabble from rooftop to rooftop, his feet nimbly skimming the slates, not once tripping or stumbling. The girl cursed herself for getting lazy, keeping up with a newbie shouldn't be this hard, but there she was, 'in a bit of a pickle' as Skulduggery would have always said. Skulduggery. Where the hell was he? No sign of that ancient Bentley yet.
"Oi. Scumbag! Get back 'ere!" Ruth (or rather Harmony Discord) scrambled back to her feet and chased after the Adept, easily gaining on the 50 year old. She flung her palm outwards, and a gust of air winded the apprentice – happy with his immediate faceplanting into the winter snow. Pinning him down, she smiled at his squirming form, his acute claustrophobia worsening. A screech of tyres alerted the two to Skulduggery speeding around a corner, Valkyrie half hanging out of the window, a broken window.
"Did you get him?" She yelled; dropping and rolling out of the Bentley. Harmony grabbed Triton Percolate by the scruff of his neck and hauled him to his feet, enjoying observing him wince as his shirt pressed into his neck.
"What does it look like? No, this is my fake trainee." She bent Triton's neck forwards, and thrust him into the car.
"Don't rip the-" Skulduggery flinched a little as he heard something rip into the beige upholstery, "-leather."