Zatanna had not completely lost it. Whatever truth existed in that man's statement, right now they were acting as a team and trust was implicitly built into that bond. She gave the slightest of nods against Robin's forehead to communicate her understanding and readiness. As soon as they dropped, she carried out the instructions, hating the idea of even the appearance of retreat but as it stood she was only going to get in his way. Until she could speak again...
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Omi had most of his attention on Schuldig, who he could see, and on Nagi, who he couldn't see but who had to be there because of the way the table had flown back. He entertained no thoughts of outmatching either of them. He just needed to buy a bit of time for helping the other kids get out. He didn't want them to die, nor to be left trying to fend off two of Schwarz by themselves. They didn't know what they were up against with them!
Focused as he was on trying to help, it was actually a shock to have to dodge an attack from the very ones he was protecting. Omi's instincts were sharp, and his reaction time quick. He managed to leap out of the bola's path, sparing himself from bound ankles. He gaped incredulously.
"Idiot! I'm trying to help you!"
"Because I have so many reasons to believe you," The caped boy said back.
"Did you feel that big explosion? The building is on fire! If you don't get out and away from these two you're going to die!"
"So much arguing," the orange-haired man broke in, not even trying to hide the enjoyment on his face. "All you need is a little understanding."
"What are you doing here?!" Omi shot at Schuldig, but the words were barely out of his mouth before what felt like a psychic tidal wave struck him. The force was purely mental, but enough that Omi physically reeled back with a cry, clutching his head and sinking down to his knees.
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Omi had most of his attention on Schuldig, who he could see, and on Nagi, who he couldn't see but who had to be there because of the way the table had flown back. He entertained no thoughts of outmatching either of them. He just needed to buy a bit of time for helping the other kids get out. He didn't want them to die, nor to be left trying to fend off two of Schwarz by themselves. They didn't know what they were up against with them!
Focused as he was on trying to help, it was actually a shock to have to dodge an attack from the very ones he was protecting. Omi's instincts were sharp, and his reaction time quick. He managed to leap out of the bola's path, sparing himself from bound ankles. He gaped incredulously.
"Idiot! I'm trying to help you!"
"Because I have so many reasons to believe you," The caped boy said back.
"Did you feel that big explosion? The building is on fire! If you don't get out and away from these two you're going to die!"
"So much arguing," the orange-haired man broke in, not even trying to hide the enjoyment on his face. "All you need is a little understanding."
"What are you doing here?!" Omi shot at Schuldig, but the words were barely out of his mouth before what felt like a psychic tidal wave struck him. The force was purely mental, but enough that Omi physically reeled back with a cry, clutching his head and sinking down to his knees.