[center][color=steelblue][h1]Bonny Mako[/h1][/color]

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Bonny heard a ruckus and glanced back weakly to find Rood booking it like a chicken with its head cut off, squawking about a fathom or something. Then she saw the gigantic lurching grotesquerie that looked less like a proper Grimm and more like a paper mache kit collided violently with a morgue, a pet cemetery, and a chicken coop in that order, deduced that that was probably what Rood was referring to, and despite her lack of formal education, came to the stunningly astute conclusion of-

"That... doesn't look good."

She tried walking, but stumbled, falling into Rowan's shoulder. The fatigue and the Aura drain was still proving to be too much for her to recover from so quickly. Like this, she could hardly walk or pull a trigger, much less run. So she collapsed her cannon's rig, swung her arm around wildly, and somehow managed to slip it back on again like a backpack.

"Hey lass? You think ye can help carry me?" she said, nodding at Falthon. "I promise I'll use me cannon to give ye a bit of an extra boost soooooo... please don't leave me behind?"

Bonny knew how the famous horror movie trope went. The faunus always died first.