Hitori rushed through the stairs, he heard the cracking sound downstairs, then he heard the guards screaming and shouting for backup. He reached the landing, then continued climbing the stairs.
A door greeted him, he grabbed the handle and pushed his shoulder against the door. To his surprise, the door banged open, and he rolled into the hall.
He stopped with his face on the polished floor and his right hand under his stomach. He groaned and wondered if his wand had snapped.
In the heat of the burning stairs and crashing elevator, a late realization hit him that he was on the seventh floor, the final floor– and the floor where HE was waiting for him.
He kicked himself off the floor and grabbed his wand on the way. He hoped to have a perfect grip on the floor, but when he turned around, his feet slipped on the floor.
Damn it! He grunted as he fell to the floor once again. What is this, a skating ring?