​     One got in front of Niki while the other one tried to get in behind.

     Niki twisted to keep them both at least partially in view, and, as she did, she gave her laser whip a couple flicks as both a defensive move and to maybe, just maybe, inflict a little damage of her own.

​     Trevor, meanwhile...

     He got chased all over the sky. 

     He wanted out from underneath that red, bristling forcefield overhead. Even as Trevor had to dodge his adversaries, he also had to avoid all the refuse that rained from the sky. 

​     Problem: the edge of the forcefield, or whatever the fuck it was, looked miles and miles away. 

     He stayed away from patterns of flight, but instead darted here, darted there, keeping his movements as random as possible as he continued for the edge of the forcefield.

​     If he kept at it for hours, for days, whatever, maybe, eventually...

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