Danny winces. He takes a step back: flight is much more preferable to fight.
"Um--left over habits from life?" It won't help him, he's finally realized: not only has Danny probably set the man's baloney-sensors blaring, the caretaker for whatever reason doesn't seem to realize that the kid looks dead, at least by Fenton terms.
"Look, how about we just--call it a day, no harm done, with everybody happy..." He takes a step back, stealing a glance over one shoulder--looking for exits, or lack thereof. The caretaker occupies the only way out.
Not a problem. Danny's feet just barely leave the ground, split seconds from making a break for it: with a squib caretaker and not an ecto-shield in sight, what ways does Danny not have available?
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"Um--left over habits from life?" It won't help him, he's finally realized: not only has Danny probably set the man's baloney-sensors blaring, the caretaker for whatever reason doesn't seem to realize that the kid looks dead, at least by Fenton terms.
"Look, how about we just--call it a day, no harm done, with everybody happy..." He takes a step back, stealing a glance over one shoulder--looking for exits, or lack thereof. The caretaker occupies the only way out.
Not a problem. Danny's feet just barely leave the ground, split seconds from making a break for it: with a squib caretaker and not an ecto-shield in sight, what ways does Danny not have available?