In her pain, Jioni had no animosity toward this rat. She struggled to get up and found herself seated once more. Jioni couldn’t help but notice how it was able to defend itself against others while she couldn’t fight against Mac. The rodent’s weapon wasn’t shiny or new either, so Jioni’s eyebrows lowered, and she realized her skill was the real problem.
Jioni then got up and dusted the flannel to make it look more presentable. Nerves hummed, and Jioni wondered why walking a couple of blocks here was always such a chore.
In the distance was the alley where Hippie Girl resided. Jioni stopped and fixed her ponytail, buying herself time to think. She sighed, then stretched, thinking of every persuasion tactic she could use. Jioni threw away any pessimism and pushed away the vines blocking the entrance.
