To Run Away; Lv 4

-Allows the user to transfer their bodily mass into a non physical state.

-Allows the user to change the visual effect upon transferring their bodily mass into a physical state. Available effects; Nothing; Smoke; Static; Glitter; Powder -white, red, navy, yellow, green-; Flicker.

-Increases movement speed whilst attaining non physical state. (80)% of normal speed.

-Allows the usage of maneuvering through 3D space. Movement speed is decreased further whilst airborne by (300)% until recomencement of ground based travel, or otherwise contact overlap with a physical object.

- +3 Dex

- +2 End

- +.5 Str

It kinda sucked, traveling under the effects of Run. It slowed me down to a crawl, even with the two 'levels' I had gained in it. It was even worse once I had gained the ability to leave the ground, my fantasies of coasting with my heels in the clouds were in shattered remains. I couldn't very well drift along at that height, it was scarier going slow.

As paradoxical as that was. It was also frightfully boring.

I'd been out here for almost three hours, and I was more than willing to call it a night. I had being floating around, looking for something interesting to no avail. Not a single drug dealer, ABB or Empire thug sniffing around anywhere. Didn't the bad guys know they were supposed to be up to no good so some daring hero could come by and thump them?

Heck, I hadn't seen even a single police car flashing their lights all night. Plenty of the vehicular pandas zooming every which way, but none of them frantic or sudden in their movements. Considering what city I lived in I guess this was a win, but I was bored. I'd give anything for a uplifting end to the night, but it looked as if I'd only be going to bed with disappointment.

At least I was getting better with Run, even though Fight hadn't seen any use tonight. If I managed to get Run to improve a bit, maybe I could get the silly flight up to a more reasonable speed. Nothing says 'badass' like a static laced phantom slowly creeping towards you whilst you easily outpace it with a hop and a skip. Seriously, my current pace was embarrassing. A dog with no legs could outrun me at this point,

I had played around with the visual effects, but for my main purpose of staying out of sight most of them were counter productive. Glitter and flicker could be cycled back to back, creating an interesting light show. I might be able to use it in combat, to distract an attacker. Otherwise, they were simply too eye catching.

And definitely not what I wanted to be using in my general subterfuge and travel. Smoke did well enough in that regard, but I left a trail behind myself for several seconds. Most of the effects dissipated almost immediately but smoke seemed to have its duration built in as a pseudo limitation. Anything to make my life harder, it seems. I sure as heck didn't fancy the idea of leaving a trail of smoke right to me in the event I was trying to run away. Lowercase of course, despite what irony might be present.

"You friggin bitch!" I heard pierce the relative quiet of the night as something passed through me to collide with the wall behind me. I turned my head, maintaining Run as I looked down at the item in question. It was a hubcap. "I got unfinished business with you Stalker, you're gonna pay for last time!" I looked back at the origin of the voice, feeling myself pale (I could literally see my smoke lighten) at my newly revealed adversary.

Rune, poster child of bad life choices for the Nazi regime. She was floating on a levitating manhole cover, small baseball sized chunks of concrete revolving around her in haphazard orbits.

Could I still run away?

"Get ready for a beating!"

... Yeaaaaaah... Fuck that.