There's no flaws, not even up close -

And a voice fills the air. Perfect, clear, echoing from all around them, like there's a million tiny speakers embedded in the walls.

"Greetings champions!" declares the voice. "A new game will start shortly. Your target is something quite special, this time."

They step back again in front of the principal and freeze.

"Good luck."

And the hallway vanishes, to be replaced by an alleyway previously damaged by fire, and the force field shimmers out of existence.

-- they wait on any commands.

"Scout," is James' first. "Identify potential hostiles. Do not engage. Nonlethal force."

They reach back and take hold of her forearm.

"Stay behind me."

"...Talking. Problem."

-- they pull her in front of them and take hold of the back of her pants, pulling on them once to make sure they're secure.

"Forward."

Eyeroll. Really, dad.

She proceeds, scanning, adjusting to moving with someone instead of independently.

They keep tight hold of the principal, listening, watching, waiting...

There's distant noises after a bit - human noises. The shuffle of footsteps, mostly. Two people not quite as stealthy as they are.

-- they search for a place out of the way, where they can watch, evaluate.

James nods towards one, up a ways - there's no stairs up to it, no way to get there except parkour or flight, but it has a good view without being exposed, and should keep at least some people out.

They give the principal a not-so-gentle head start and quickly follow their way up themselves.

Rude.

She's possibly somewhat unnaturally - or supernaturally - good at this, flexible and strong and fast in a way civilians rarely are.

Her methods are familiar, they expected nothing less.

She leans against one corner when she's settled in, peers out through a small gap in the metal. The entire map isn't visible from up here - but there's movement, and after a few moments of holding so still you'd be forgiven for mistaking her for a doll, she spots a glint of metal.

Someone has weapons.

What type of weapons do they have. They have their training and their arm, but having enough weapons isn't ever a bad thing.

Seem to be a polearm and a sickle with a chain attached.

And who is attached to the weapons?

Two people, humans, no extra limbs or anything, but moving with confidence.

Do they show any signs of superhuman abilities?

Not explicitly - but they're moving like their weapons are a lot lighter than they look.

They keep hidden, remembering their orders to not engage and make note on everything about the hostiles.

James scans more, but - she's not seeing anyone else for now.

"Engagement possibilities?" she signs.