Sgt Vandingo

The Room

*The figure, who has been walking for a long time, finally arrives at the outskirts of the forest that surrounds the room. She remains in the shadows, taking extra caution and observing the room from afar, due to her less-than-friendly encounter from before. Her hand remains on the grip of her weapon, which has dulled it's glow to a almost invisible tinge of red.*

The Room

*Figure makes her way through the trees towards people, likely towards the room. She kinda wishes she had her cloak again, cause she hates showing her face. She also holds her massive spear wth one hand, cause she's a boss.*

The Room

*The figure stands up straight once more and stares at the space the creature was, along with her spear that just casually floats in the air waiting for an order. She sighs and slightly extends her hand, causing the spear to go to her. With her weapon in hand, she just walks in a random direction, leaving the tattered remains of her cloak behind.*

The Room

*Girl sighs at the locals not being friendly again, and bounces backwards to avoid the beam. While jumping backwards, she throws her cloak off along with the material around her weapon, and looks like this now. As she lands, she throws her spear at the creatures torso.*

The Room

*The figure continues staring up at the creature, seeing as though even if she thinks it's hostile, she gives it the benefit of the doubt. Despite being overly friendky, she slips a hand into the material of the large item, which glows slightly more due to both it and the figure feeling threatened. She's also ready to try to avoid the creature in case it tries anything.*

The Room

*The figure skids to a halt somewhat close to one of the floating creatures, and tries to not make herself apparent. She assumes it's hostile, but she doesn't act on it cause she thinks first and fucks shit up later. She leaves a hand on the long item at her side, and stares up at the creature.*

The Room

The Room

*A lithe figure watches the storm from a perch in a semi-large tree, that is seemingly untouched by all the crazy shit that's happened the past 58 pages. Underneath her cowl she frowns at the familiarity, although it isn't what she thinks it is. She pulls her cloak closer to her chest with one hand, and clutches at a large item wrapped in a material similar to her cloak with her other, then jumps down several metres at a time, landing on branches that are in her way, until she finally lands on the ground. With one hand still holding her cloak, she start making her way towards the disturbance, all the while the item wrapped in material glows a faded red, despite it heing wrapped in several layers.*