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

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Bonny set down her cannon just as she'd finished lining up the first shot. She couldn't believe it. They'd won. They'd really [i]won[/i]. Not just survived, but actually killed it. A Falthon, the ur-Grimm. Beyond all expectations and beyond all hope, Rood had led them to victory against an unbeatable opponent, even landing the finishing blow himself. And she...

She ran away, while the others died.

Bonny shook her head. No! It wasn't like that! She could barely move, and she'd thought....

That it was okay to leave the rest of them to die just like Vlad? That just because the Falthon seemed unbeatable meant it was okay to run away?

The shark faunus tried to forget about it. It wasn't important now. What they needed to do was get down there and help carry the wounded back to safety. She'd had time to rest, and the song had restored at least a little bit of physical stamina, so she felt confident enough to walk again.

"Come on Rowan," she said, stumbling. "We need to get down there and help them."

[b][i]Better late than never, right?[/i][/b]