[Splitting up is the smarter option, and Dark Pit grudgingly thanks Medusa that she sent Pandora after Pit, since his small athletic body can take a good amount of pain. He's reaching his limit, but adrenaline is keeping him moving, so he makes sure Sheba's still hanging on.]
[He takes off running, heading the opposite direction from Ion. He doesn't know where he's going or how much longer he can last, but he's got to keep going.]
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[He takes off running, heading the opposite direction from Ion. He doesn't know where he's going or how much longer he can last, but he's got to keep going.]
[... And, of course, deliver one last shot.]
Smell ya later!