The box, he sees coming, and with a twist of his wrist, it goes the same way as Claire's phone. Where he'd been able to restrain himself for just long enough not to shatter her cell, however, he's not as kind with the box, and it explodes into a shower of jagged splinters.
Keeping that in mind as something he can use later--he's so very fond of breaking things just to impale regenerators on what's left behind--he turns, fluid, trying to track her movement. He's either not fast enough, however, or not expecting her to stop turning tail to run, because the next thing he knows, she's crashing into him. To his credit, at least, he manages to stay on his feet, but he can't help but stumble a bit, half-sideways and awkward, before he regains his center of balance.
"Battering ram," he mumbles wryly, before reaching out for the mess he made of the box, shards rising up from the ground on their own, like angry birds.
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Keeping that in mind as something he can use later--he's so very fond of breaking things just to impale regenerators on what's left behind--he turns, fluid, trying to track her movement. He's either not fast enough, however, or not expecting her to stop turning tail to run, because the next thing he knows, she's crashing into him. To his credit, at least, he manages to stay on his feet, but he can't help but stumble a bit, half-sideways and awkward, before he regains his center of balance.
"Battering ram," he mumbles wryly, before reaching out for the mess he made of the box, shards rising up from the ground on their own, like angry birds.