OOC: Right.
IC: Ark, used most of his energy to sprint to the end of the corridor. He could turn right, then left and try to hide in the production lines, 'But I don't think I can out run them for that long'.
Deciding to take a gamble, with his tattoos, he turned around to face his pursuers. He had about 10 seconds (tops) before the mudokon caught up to him.
Taking a deep breath, Ark took up a stance in a T-like shape. Chanting under his breath, his tattoos started pulsating and an arc of energy passed over his head from his hands.
Ark brought his hands together, and in the moment that his hands made contact with each other, his tattoos spread through out his entire body; causing a blinding flash. The mudokon was within an arms reach of him.
Sidestepping Dionysia, whose forward momentum carried her to his position, he spat, "That's what these tattoos can do." Then taking advantage of the new opportunity, he ran past the slig, and turned left at the end of the corridor.
OOC: Are there pipes above Ark, that he could host himself up on to?
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