[b][center]Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon[/b][/center]

[u]Emily[/u]

Emily noted the other two holders had been silent the whole time. The woman, young and chipper, looked uncomfortable as her anxiety built from the intensify scene which carried out. On the other hand, the man’s eyes seemed to drift over Emily’s turned back and caused the fine hairs along her neck to rise in nervous and awareness. Her mind assumed those eyes might’ve blamed her in a small way for her actions which lead up to this point, though it was really her guilt once more. To her, that not a good sign and just another reminder of how grave the situation looked from the pain created in the last mission. It was hard to stomach the effects when she was faced with. 

She and Cerberus both tensed when Fran made her choice. Again, the woman tried to reach out to Sean, her movement careful not to display any threatening gestures as a metallic voice started to utter in short sentence in Cerberus’s main head. The spirit’s lip pulled back with a snarl, clear dislike at the orders and the woman’s foolish actions. She risked endangering the drakes, a fact that never turned out well as his holder and he had discovered last time. 

He had a feeling any reasoning would’ve been lost if the voice indicated anything about the spirit itself, he relayed the message to Emily. “The Politic Relation’s spirit says the environment eliminates any stealth and werecats are known to hunt at night. They refuse to back down so we stay on the alert.” He couldn’t help but add on his own thoughts. “What that bitch is thinking is foolish and reckless. Compassion here risks the drakes; bring the mother dragon onto our head like last time.” 

Emily merely stayed silent, her own thoughts too mingled to sort right now as she held her hands behind her back. The bow was on standby for the worse and ready to be summoned at moment’s notice. Once more Fran tried to reach out to Sean an Emily found herself hoping it would work, desperate that her decision to trust her instincts might’ve not been wrong. At first it seemed it might work while the woman attempted to use a woman’s name, the executive director‘s daughter if the Rook remembered right, which made Sean look hopeful and possibly believe it. The ragworm seemed to reflect the man’s own desire with a long, mournful cry before it curled up beside its holder. 

However not these words didn’t seem to reach pass Firittes’s spirit’s harder armor. Instead it caused a different reaction, one they had hoped to avoid, which in turn spread to Sean. The spirit broke that hope like a lance knight shattering a shield at a full charge, recalling the torment they suffered and made points to create suspicion. It seemed the woman had intimate details about their lives that she shouldn’t, farther confirmed when she stated her branch and in the end sending Sean into a rage. 

Why? Emily couldn’t but wonder for a split second, why must her choices always be bad ones in this place?

“Shit…” Emily uttered as she shouted back to the other two, “Keep alert as something can pop up from anywhere and avoid hurting the Drakes. Last thing we need is angering the mother again.” 

With that, Emily’s bow came up and prepared to aim an arrow at Sean. Her aim was low, targeting his leg, in a hope just crippling might be enough to make this fight slightly easier. At least maybe the sudden pain would distract him or keep his attention on her, rather than the others. She was part of the reason for his whole affair after all when she killed a Drake. It stained her hands but unlike Sean and his company, she wasn’t suffering from the dragon’s torment day in and out. Her fingers held tightly then released on breath right at his thigh. Emily hoped that having the chain embedded within the ground would keep the man from moving and increase her chances of hitting her target. If not then she would already have a second arrow drawn and ready.