It seemed that Wither had been heading to the wrong place, so she quickly turned to head to the lake shore. As she did so, she turned to Discordia. "Just stay out of your way? All right, you target Fortuna and I'll take care of Black Shot. Whoever's done first can come help the other." She thought a little bit about the two girls she was to fight. Black Shot was obviously the more dangerous of the two offensively, but Fortuna could conjure walls of ice that she would have difficulty corroding. Wither had always thought that a good offense beat a good defense, so she'd be keeping her eyes mostly on the former.
Finally arriving at the battle site, Wither took up position right at the shoreline. She could vaguely make out Black Shot, but she'd have to close the distance before firing a sickness blast. "You coming, Discordia?"
Finally arriving at the battle site, Wither took up position right at the shoreline. She could vaguely make out Black Shot, but she'd have to close the distance before firing a sickness blast. "You coming, Discordia?"