[His sisters are getting close, he can feel it. The same way he can feel that the generally peaceful monks are now being replaced by some trained in combat. Police are arriving outside, their righteous anger a fierce thrumming at his back. It's going to be a problem though, because even though it feels like Fionna and Grell (and some other people too? Shit, how many did these damn bastards steal?) are somewhere straight ahead, the hallway just... stops.
Okay, maybe that's a door.
Namur squints as he runs. Yeah, it's probably a door. Well, he'll slam through somehow. They shouldn't have put this many walls and doors between him and his family if they wanted their stupid building to stay up. He drops his head as he runs, ready to shoulder check the door, when he hears a soft click, and some dude opens it casually. Namur skids to a stop, having to brace himself with his hands on the floor so he winds up in an apelike crouch in front of Odo, scorch marks trailing on the ground behind.]
The hell're you? Where's Fi?
[Namur stands to his full height- eight feet- and grabs the door to shove it open further, whether Odo's in the way or not.]
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Okay, maybe that's a door.
Namur squints as he runs. Yeah, it's probably a door. Well, he'll slam through somehow. They shouldn't have put this many walls and doors between him and his family if they wanted their stupid building to stay up. He drops his head as he runs, ready to shoulder check the door, when he hears a soft click, and some dude opens it casually. Namur skids to a stop, having to brace himself with his hands on the floor so he winds up in an apelike crouch in front of Odo, scorch marks trailing on the ground behind.]
The hell're you? Where's Fi?
[Namur stands to his full height- eight feet- and grabs the door to shove it open further, whether Odo's in the way or not.]
Fionna!? Grell!! Y' lot in here???
[Sorry, Odo. He's got a bit of a one-track mind.]