[Edgeworth came to the city to investigate, to see what else could be done to help in the wake of this strange new illness. Instead, he sees a damn dragon. An actual, honest to god dragon, rampaging through the city.
Well. While his new talents made him immune to disease, they unfortunately didn't make him fireproof. So, after a moment of staring in slack jawed horror, he turns tail and sprints down the street, eager to make a strategic retreat.
He has the same idea as Mandrake, and keeps his eyes open for anything resembling cover. Unfortunately, he's so focused on protection that he barely notices the people around him, and before he knows it, his body crashes against another, with a dull, fleshy thud and a loud, undignified squawk. Did Mandrake run into him? Did he run into Mandrake? It's impossible to say. Edgeworth doesn't bother to assign blame, largely because he's too busy crashing into the ground to think on the matter]
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Well. While his new talents made him immune to disease, they unfortunately didn't make him fireproof. So, after a moment of staring in slack jawed horror, he turns tail and sprints down the street, eager to make a strategic retreat.
He has the same idea as Mandrake, and keeps his eyes open for anything resembling cover. Unfortunately, he's so focused on protection that he barely notices the people around him, and before he knows it, his body crashes against another, with a dull, fleshy thud and a loud, undignified squawk. Did Mandrake run into him? Did he run into Mandrake? It's impossible to say. Edgeworth doesn't bother to assign blame, largely because he's too busy crashing into the ground to think on the matter]