[ Damian does, at least, have the presence of mind to make good use of the time that he doesn't put toward escaping — he opens another small portal, thrusting his bag into a dark room and, presumably, to safety. He's just closing the portal again when Rupert reappears, and he has just enough time to spin to face him. Not enough time, unfortunately, to avoid the kick.
He stumbles back with a low cry, and falls to one knee with watering eyes. That has to be against some kind of gentleman's code, Rupert really hadn't been lying about his bad manners. The flames do go out, all of them winking instantly back into darkness in his pained distractio. Damian takes a second to strongly consider investing in body armor, if this is all going to become any kind of recurring thing.
A hand brushes his chest and a portal tears open, under Damian this time. He drops through it, rolls on the tiled floor suddenly visible a few feet under previously solid ground to duck out of view, and another ripping sound comes — both through the portal and from one room over. The newest portal in the other room leads into some kind of dark forest, tree trunks glowing strangely in the light cast by museum lighting. Damian leaves it hanging open, invitingly wide — untaken. He stands directly behind it, still in the museum, blocked from sight by an entire forest.
All he has to do is count on Rupert following him from the right angle, either through Damian's portal, by taking a similar one, or just through the museum's actual doorway. This is going to be quite the embarrassing hiding spot if he takes a differently angled approach, though. ]
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He stumbles back with a low cry, and falls to one knee with watering eyes. That has to be against some kind of gentleman's code, Rupert really hadn't been lying about his bad manners. The flames do go out, all of them winking instantly back into darkness in his pained distractio. Damian takes a second to strongly consider investing in body armor, if this is all going to become any kind of recurring thing.
A hand brushes his chest and a portal tears open, under Damian this time. He drops through it, rolls on the tiled floor suddenly visible a few feet under previously solid ground to duck out of view, and another ripping sound comes — both through the portal and from one room over. The newest portal in the other room leads into some kind of dark forest, tree trunks glowing strangely in the light cast by museum lighting. Damian leaves it hanging open, invitingly wide — untaken. He stands directly behind it, still in the museum, blocked from sight by an entire forest.
All he has to do is count on Rupert following him from the right angle, either through Damian's portal, by taking a similar one, or just through the museum's actual doorway. This is going to be quite the embarrassing hiding spot if he takes a differently angled approach, though. ]