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Sorry everyone O_O;
I totally forgot about the npc part of the rules lol. I hope the forfeit isn't too bad.
I totally forgot about the npc part of the rules lol. I hope the forfeit isn't too bad.
She'd been so set on training for dual-wield action, she hadn't yet experienced the full prowess of the Drow-invented technology,'Repeater Action.' But with her original weapon smashed to smithereens, back on the wall, she now had two hands for her one ranged weapon.
Sacre bleu!
It might well have been faster, on its own, than using it in tandem with a regular bolt-action counterpart.
From the wing of Second Chance's formation, MacKensie peppered the enemy as they advanced, running through the remainder of the enchanted bolts Fenna had prepped for her. Like coloured fireworks - red marking fire and blue marking ice - her ammunition zinged across the bridge in rapid succession, hitting ogre, orc and knight as MacKensie pushed to see just how fast she could fire this vastly superior weapon of hers. She worked the repeating, lever-action with lightning dexterity, and the enhanced cables and firing string glowed blue or red to match the enchantment of the respective bolt in the firing mechanism. Five bolts flew, then in a flash she'd dropped another five into magically-compressed space, inside the thin magazine fitted atop the crossbow. It was staggering just how much of a difference upgraded weaponry could make in this world. It was almost like having a permanent Deadly Flurry activated. She only wished that she actually had some of her daily powers left, so that she might see what a real Deadly Flurry would now look like with this new weapon in hand.
The ogres clashed with the front lines, followed shortly by the Heavies and Knights, at which point the fighting truly began. The formations of the Adventurer parties were well-spread, giving everyone liberal space to work with. From her position on the wing, she had adequate cover from Barracker in front and the adventurers of Evermere to her side, and was able to continue firing. Whatever enemies charged into her space, she nimbly evaded with excellent upper-body movement and speedy footwork - her would-be attackers ending up plugged with close-range shots from her quickfire crossbow.
When MacKensie spotted Zell going for the finish on one ogre, but being closed in on by knights in the process, MacKensie pointed her gauntlet and fired her grapplehook in that direction. It was just as she started moving that she heard Barracker's call for assistance, but she was already gone. She could only hope that Alison or Fenna would answer the call.
With blinding acceleration she zoomed towards Zell and the ogre, her grapplehook releasing from the monster's stomach, sending MacKensie baseball sliding through its legs. Her sudden skidding appearance startled the knights closing in on Zell and kicked up dust and gravel into their faces. Before even coming to a halt, she fired her grapplehook, once more, behind her at the back of the ogres head, causing her to slingshot like a rubberband, back the way she came. With a wide-open pathway to her target - and the ogre in no position to dodge - her dagger hit the monster's skull with her full bodyweight and speed behind it, penetrating the tough skull with ease and bringing the titan down.
MacKensie left her dagger lodged in the dead ogres skull for the present moment, rising up with her crossbow and providing cover-fire until Zell could free his sword. Once he did, she allowed him to cover her while she retrieved her dagger which took two strong tugs to pull from the corpse.
"Are you okay?" she asked Zell while she strafed from side to side, keeping the fighter between her and the Knights, firing shots over his shoulders. She lingered long enough to be sure that he had his bearings. "Alright, good luck."
With that, she sprinted back through her party's battlelines and back to her wing position, taking care to avoid getting hit by friendly fire.
From the entrance of the Bazaar to the medical station, she stayed with Fenna. She wanted to make sure Sil would be okay, but more than that, she wanted to be there for Fenna. Fenna had been a rock of stability for MacKensie from day one, giving her a comforting arm around the shoulder while she cried her eyes out. All days beyond that, she had been an example to MacKensie of how to remain strong in the face of physical danger, mental fatigue and emotional turmoil. Now it was MacKensie's turn to repay the favour.
Sil had been hit with a fireball - something that MacKensie would have expected to take out the bird completely - but Sil was tougher than the average bird. Her feathers were scorched and she'd taken considerable damage, but it appeared that it was nothing the Clerics could not take care of.
When MacKensie spied the tiefling, Corporal Maviel heading her way, the frenchwoman took her arm from around Fenna's shoulders and stepped away from the medical station.
She recieved the report that the Rabbits numbered fifty-six - a little over half of how many they'd started with. The casualties were extremely hard to take, for MacKensie, but she steeled herself and briskly nodded. "Maviel, you have distinguished yourself in this battle," she said. "As I'm sure you've realised; Sergeant Grimes is no longer with us." Maviel nodded solemnly. "You will be my second-in-command from now. The enemy will be here any moment. See to it that the Rabbits are organised and prepared for further instruction. I will be with you shortly."
"Ma'am."
With that, MacKensie returned to Fenna's side.
Then Barracker appeared and MacKensie gave him a pursed-lipped smile, glad to see him alive and hale. "How is she?"
MacKensie looked at Fenna to let her respond, then affirmed her answer, but as she looked back to Barracker, she noticed a strange look in his eyes. The Paladin suddenly excused himself and MacKensie frowned as she watched him go. She looked at Fenna quizzically to see if the other Ranger had caught that strange instance. The wheels turned in her head and she looked down at her clothes to see what Barracker might've been looking at, then it clicked.
"I'll be back," she informed Fenna, then went after Barracker.
She was just in time to see the end of his strenuous body language. She recognised it for what it was, which confirmed her suspicion as to what was going on. She said nothing at first, merely going over to him and rubbing his back, a brief check behind her to make sure no one had seen anything. After a moment for the vampire to compose himself, she spoke softly. "This must be hard for you, no? All of this blood." She listened to however much he wanted to say. Outside of the alleyway, soldiers were running left and right across the alley's mouth and orders could be heard being shouted about, but MacKensie's attention did not stray from her friend. She knew that this was extremely important. Even if they all died this morning, Barracker would go to his god, Hades, assured that there was someone out there who did not think him a monster. "Just know..." she responded after he was done. "...that I may not be able to understand fully, but I am here for you. No matter what. All of us," she said, referring to Second Chance. "We all have our burdens to carry, but we can draw strength from eachother. Our bonds. Our trust. We will never abandon you." Then she gently turned him to face her and grabbed his hands. "I will not stand for this nonsense of you being a monster," she said firmly. "You, Kass, are a hero. You always have been and you always will be. Yes?" She gave a small smile. "Now let's do what heroes do and save this city."
It was difficult territory to navigate. She felt a little callous to be so firm with him when he was struggling. But she thought it might help - perhaps a little of something that a soldier might understand better. She wished there was more time to talk it out, but the enemy would not wait for them. The interval between the fighting would soon be over.
They headed first for Fenna and Sil, then to the command post to see what the orders for the Captains would be. Surpisingly, she saw Alison and James. James stood in place of the Vice Commander. MacKensie did not question it, for there was no time. Also... James just suited the position of authority. She touched Alison's shoulder as she passed her, a small gesture of comraderie.
"What is the plan?" she asked, resting her hands on the table.
@Loksfjoer@ZoolHi there both, I am setting Barracker up to interact with MacKensie and Fenna to check up on Sil. I will end my post at some Clerics who are healing Sil, if this is not part of your plans then I can edit my post no problem, feel free to let me know.
We can leave it up to @Loksfjoer to decide. But that's fine by me, Jay. Great post xD
To everyone, I feel reading everyone's posts has been an amazing read and very interesting and captivating one as well.
Teyao loving the call backs to his death in the burning building and facing that fear of fire and also his split mind with Zigmund and taking charge of all the defense. Being a leader might be the hardest task in a group RP but you do it so well.
Zapdos, loving the call back to Micheal Fern and the hardwork Adam did in Golden Tree Park. You have been making very good use of your set ups, including the ending of that amazing fight with Zacharius.
Loks loving the use of Sil in your last post, that was especially amazing, really made it show how truly special the bond is between Fenna and Sil. Such a unique character trait, making for really cool writing. Somehow her motherly nature always comes through no matter what she is doing.
AvaP, loving the teamwork posts of Olaf, Pete and Kerensa. Very powerful stuff you wrote and there like a family which made Olaf's death even more emotional. Alison always looks cool and reminds me of The Boss in metal gear solid 3.
Zool, I love your interactions and how you jump around and include everyone all the time in your posts. Also still managing to do bad ass ranger choreography. Her background and personality has ran through every post and action.
Saiyan, Loving the constant build of the Baphomet situation and always throwing your character into situations of dire hospitalization lol. I have learned alot about how to present a brave frontliner who doesn’t have to be perfect to be cool.
Aww, Jay, that was lovely of you to say <333 Thank you so much. You're as considerate as your character is.
And I love how you too have managed to bring so much heart, sorrow and strength to the RP through Barracker. You established his character so well and have stayed true to him the whole way. The fight against the lizard cavalry was epic! Barracker is my favourite vampire in all media xD
Her approach was swift, ferocious and just outside of their field of vision. The group of vandals, two-score of corrupted tribesmen, busy setting fire to the buildings on Tonberry Lane, had no idea that their end was nigh.
MacKensie came running along the brickwork of the terraced housing toward them, a dozen silent steps at least, before she leapt off the wall and swooped in. The first of the tribesmen reacted in audible alarm as two of their number went down to headshots from enchanted bolts. Their eyes followed the flight path of the holy fire tracer rounds, up, just in time to see the blue blur land on the shoulders of one of their comrades, sink dagger into skull, then spring into a side flip over them, another bolt coated in white flame snuffing out the life a fourth tribesman.
"The enemy!" the first of their shouts came, but MacKensie was already landing and sprinting away from the bulk of the group.
She zigged and zagged through the remainder, injuring one and killing two more as she avoided their rushed swipes of sword and slow swings of axe. The rest of the group gave chase, a few thrown weapons too, though none reached the Ranger. MacKensie took a sharp turn onto an adjacent road.
From the point of view of the tribesmen, they were thirsty for violence and thirsty for revenge, as they caught up to the junction and flew around the corner, only to come to a shocking, staggering halt, one by one, as they were confronted by a small mass of bows nocked with arrows. The tribesmen behind either collided with those who had come to such a sudden halt in front or managed to stutter-stop themselves, until there were enough of them that MacKensie gave the order.
"Now!"
A single-second drumroll of bowstring-twangs sounded off. Once forty-strong - now less than half. The Rabbits dealt with the rest of them quickly and effectively.
Back at the walls; once into the mazey small streets of the northeastern quadrant of Valhiem, the Rabbits had gone away from the crowd. Their path had taken them a little closer to the eastern wall, in a bid to not clog up the narrow streets that were more directly en route to the Bazaar. This, combined with a capable and extremely mobile scout in MacKensie Trydant, had turned out to be a quicker and easier run to the city centre. Their only engagement with the enemy was easily dealt with. It delayed them little more than a few minutes. The empty streets they found had enabled them to sprint long sections and they arrived at the Bazaar in good time.
"Adam." MacKensie's sharp eyes spotted the Druid being patched up and passed through the busy Bazaar to go and greet him, trading a few nods and quick clasps of hands with people she knew from the Military Centre, happy to see them alive. "Adam," she echoed, this time within earshot, giving the american a smile as she approached. She made sure not to get in the way of the Cleric's work and went around to pat Adam on the shoulder. "You have no idea how good it is to see you well," she told him, a heartfelt smile before looking over his injuries to make sure that he was indeed alright. Then she scanned for their other comrades. "Has anyone else arrived yet?"
She was particularly worried about James - who did not lack courage with his anchor but still, was not exactly a combat class adventurer - and Alison, who the frenchwoman hadn't seen all battle. Her job was to go unseen, being a Rogue, but it would be nice to see that she was okay. She would hear Adam out, assure him that she was okay and ready to continue fighting, then thank the Cleric for their work. "I will see if I can find the others," she said to Adam before leaving his side.
After a brief search around the Bazaar, she came upon a band of soldiers forming up to go reinforce a nearby checkpoint and was sufficiently distracted. "I will come," she told the Captain, who was happy to have another adventurer lend their strength to the makeshift unit. They left the Bazaar by the bridge and took the road dead-east, maybe two hundred metres to where the defensive barricades and small scaffolds were manned by a meagre regiment of spears, swords and bows.
It was there that she recognised the influx of soldiers known as the Lions. Zell's block. But Zell was not with them. MacKensie's heart sank as she rushed to them. "Where is your Captain? Where is Zell?"
She saw it all in her imagination as one of the Lions described the events of Zell's death. So brave. So willing to be the first in the face of danger. MacKensie's eyes welled up instantly, her bottom lip shaking like a leaf. "It cannot be..." There was no way he could be dead. He'd been through worse and survived. No. Surely this was nothing by comparison, surely he could get up from anything! "Where?" was her snappy demand. They could not rightly say. Frustration, denial, hope, sorrow.. "Wh-" She hesitated, her features pained by a confusion of emotions as she tried to think of a good question. But her only recourse was accusation. "Why did you leave him?!"
They tried to explain, but she was not listening. They tried to console her but she swatted the hand that came near her. Then she turned her back on them. "Cowards!" Anger stayed her tears. But it was wrong to project that anger onto them. Of course, they were right to go on without him, but at this moment, she would not admit it to herself. All of her brainpower focused hard on denial. He is not dead. She had to believe.
A short, agonizing time later, just as she was about to go running out aimlessly, back into the northeast quadrant, in some vein attempt to rescue the englishman, she saw them. First Fenna, then, "Zell!"
She jumped over the spiked barricades and ran to him. Awake or not, she did as she commonly did... she reprimanded him. "You stupid idiot. You stupid, stupid idiot."
So distracted by Zell she was, that she did not even realise, until they all got back to the Bazaar, that Sil was hurt. "Oh my... Sil..." she put a hand on Fenna's arm. "Will she be okay?"
"I couldn't save him," MacKensie mumbled, at her closest to death. Grimes. His face was in her mind as the end neared. He'd saved her and yet she could not save him. It hurt so bad.
She'd gotten to James just in the nick of time. Her ghostly grey colour quickly began to tinge with peachiness as blood platelets began to multiply rapidly in her veins. Her adrenaline was gone and with her ascent back to healthiness, the worst pain came back to her arm. Then, the Lesser Restore began to take hold and her focus and conciousness strengthened further. She blinked twice and looked up at the furrowed brow of her friend, then sighed with relief and checked her arm. She would get another chance. Another chance to save The Rabbits and Valhiem.
"You are a godsend, my friend," she said to James. She found herself able to stand easier than she expected - the incredible power of magic - although she could barely move her right arm properly. Uncertainly, she looked at James and told herself as much as she told him, "I can still fight." But he informed her that her arm would be fine in a few minutes. Her brow furrowed, nonetheless she nodded with gratitude and relief. A few minutes was a long time to stand around during a battle. "The retreat is going well?" she asked Second Chance's leader, looking down on the battle. Then she realised that very few mages were left. It was worrying that James was left with so few melee combatants or attacking wizards around him. "You should be going too, no?"
She would of course accept his response. James was a brave man and proven to be extremely capable. Who was she to urge him to retreat? Regularly the frenchwoman would try to open and close her fist on her right arm. It is taking too long!
When she saw one of her Rabbits fall, enough was enough. "I can wait no longer. Adieu, mon amie."
She hopped off the edge of the platform into a straight drop, feet first, making sure to fire her grapplehook at the edge of the platform so she could control her descent. As she hit the floor, she burst forward, two steps all the time that was needed to reel in the blue beam/wire back to her gauntlet, then fired again at the wall where The Rabbits were fighting.
The unfortunate orc to break MacKensie's flight, got a dagger in its head as she crashed into it. Once again, she only had her left arm to fight with, but she was no bleeding out, no longer fatigued and her right arm was slowly coming back to life. She fought ferociously. And The Rabbits fought even harder when they realised her presence. "The Captain is back!"
"Fenna!" she blurted out in sheer exuberation when she saw her friend so close by. The Rabbits and The Falcons were now next to eachother. MacKensie fought her way over to the other Ranger and began to fight around her in synchronicity, covering her back and being covered in return. The two Rangers - Captains - the strong duo that linked both blocks together, began to clear the wall with speed.
A little bit of pressure eased in the localised area of the wall, freeing more soldiers to lend their swords elsewhere.
Booooooo! >:O
MacKensie was in trouble. Her opponent could match her speed, outclassed her in skill and the high-pitched shrieking was spiking her senses at all the wrong moments. Every defensive move was suboptimal, doing nothing to swerve the momentum. Every attack was punished, resulting in torn leggings and a ripped tunic highlighting both light and heavy lacerations.
Due to the position of the defending army and the assaulting force, the fact that Saladin vastly outnumbered Valhiem was playing out as extremely heavy pressure on the endurance of the defenders. Valhiem's forces spent their energy dispatching the invaders, only to face fresh new enemies every time. But on the Right Wing, things were far, far worse. With his siege towers and ladders, Saladin was able to leverage his superior numbers by stretching out the assaulting line along the wall far beyond what the Right Wing was capable of defending. Once the fighting grew chaotic and everyone was occupied, additional ladders had Saladin's soldiers scaling the undefended walls further along, without resistance, and now the Right Wing was being crushed by the weight of envelopment.
The Rabbits, the Hornets and others nearby, all fought bravely but had begun to suffer casualties at an untenable rate. Things turned from bad to worse when MacKensie took grievous bodily harm. One of the Screamers' long daggers caught her flush, slicing deep into her forearm and travelling all the way down, past the elbow and through her tricep. The frenchwoman screamed in pain and dropped her dagger, narrowly managing to dodge an attempted finishing blow from the dark elven woman's second dagger. The enemy did not give up and chased down MacKensie with vicious strikes, one of which, MacKensie was forced to block with her crossbow, resulting in said-crossbow being destroyed completely. As she quickly ran out of moves to make, all looked lost until Sergeant First Class Gregory Grimes made a timely intervention.
"Grimes." The relief in her voice outshined the pain as Grimes fended off the Screamer, giving MacKensie a chance to retrieve her dagger from the ground. She had to do so with her left hand, for her right arm was completely non-functional. It hung limp and bloody from her shoulder - she couldn't even get her fingers on that hand to twitch. The only thing she could feel was the blood pulsing out of her tricep and the faintest sensation of soaking wetness all down her arm. She may as well have had it severed completely, for all the use it was.
The chaos of battle consumed the Rabbits and as she tried to return the favour and help Grimes with the Screamers who were now double-teaming him, she kept being attacked by goblins and corrupted tribesmen. Desperate parries were followed by her throwing herself into risky counters, diving upon her foes to sink her dagger into their skulls. Her one-armed balance was poor and she stumbled or fell with every attack. Her only desire was to get to Grimes before it was too...
"Grimes!"
In managing to kill one, Grimes could not free his sword from the corpse fast enough and was felled by the other Screamer, being stabbed and slashed multiple times even as he fell to the floor. Her second in command was a superb fighter but the combined might of the Screamers was just too much. The surviving Screamer turned to see a furious MacKensie facing her down. The third Screamer joined the side of her sister and both stared at MacKensie like predators looking upon wounded prey. MacKensie was not skilled enough to beat these women one-on-one, with two working arms. There was no one to help - everyone already had more than they could handle. The odds were stacked to a hopeless degree. But MacKensie would not be beaten. She would have her revenge for Grimes.
The Screamers restarted their high-pitched shrieks and then pounced. In a flash of inspiration, MacKensie activated her final Deadly Flurry of the day - blue flames appeared along her arms - but instead of sheathing her dagger and reaching for her crossbow, she repurposed her Godspeed.
It was not supposed to work. Nowhere in her mind did the Source Code say that her ability could work with anything other than ranged weapons.
She forced it to work.
As the two Screamers fell upon MacKensie with rapid dual-wield combos, MacKensie's left hand whirled her dagger in figure-of-eight motions at a speed barely-trackable by human eyes. She backed up one step to keep both Screamers in her field, metal on metal sounds ringing into the air as she parried every attack. But something else happened too. For those four to five seconds that MacKensie Deadly Flurry was active, she'd become a veritable food-blender, not only parrying all attacks away, but also counter-striking the hands, wrists and arms of the Screamers an innumerable amount of times. Suddenly the shrieks of the Screamers were not just warcries, but shrieks of pain as they were violently disarmed.
MacKensie's Deadly Flurry ended with the dark elven women stumbling backwards and away. MacKensie launched her dagger at one. Before it had even sunk into the face of her foe, the frenchwoman was leaping at the other Screamer. Mid-air, she fired her grapplehook. The beam/wire latched onto the hilt of Grimes' sword. And in a sweep of poetic justice - of cosmic karma - the grapplehook reeled in the sword right to MacKensie's grip and she thrust it, with all her might and fury, into the heart of the last Screamer.
"Grimes!" MacKensie fell to her knees beside her second in command. His eyes were open - he was alive - but all at once MacKensie realised he was not long for this world and there was nothing she could do. Tears welled up in her eyes and fell rolled down her cheeks with her very next blink. "Grimes, stay with me. We're going to get you help." She looked both ways, then tried to scoop her left arm under him to lift him so she could begin to get him off the wall. He resisted her and pulled her closer.
"Focus, ma'am." His dying whispers were the last of his strength. One final lecture. "You have a duty to the Rabbits. There's no time for this... flailing." It was over for him. He knew it. She knew it. Her tears fell on him. "Save them. Save as many as you can. I have faith in you."
And he was gone.
It hurt. It hurt so bad.
“INITIATE THE FIRST WAVE OF RETREAT!
But there would be no time to grieve.
RIGHT WING! MOLES, HORNETS, SCYTHES!”
The Rabbits would remain, she realised. They had to hold off the enemy to protect the retreat. She gritted her teeth and got to her feet, right arm dangling useless, fighting all around her, the clash of steel against steel and shouting not enough to silence her. "Fight! Rabbits! Fight with all your strength! Fight like it all depends on you!"
Her grapplehook once more shot out and latched onto her dagger, pulling it free from the face of the dead Screamer. It flew into her grasp and she found a way into the front line and rejoined the fight. With her adrenaline raging, she did not realise that she had lost a dangerous amount of blood. Each time her vision began swimming, her anger forced the shapes back into sharp focus. Her heart thundered. And she lost more blood.
“RIGHT WING! COLLAPSE INTO THE CENTRE LINE POSITION!”
MacKensie backed up and out of the fighting, then moved through the ranks and hopped up onto the battlements to get her bearings. Once she could see properly; "Rabbits!" She pointed the way. "We fight our way to the Centre Line!" She shuffled along in that direction. "Come on! Fight!"
As she made to get down, she had a lapse in consciousness and fell. Luckily she was caught by one of her soldiers and she awoke immediately, disoriented but determined. The soldier, a woman named Helga, was shocked to see how ghostly-grey her Captain was. Then she realised that MacKensie was losing a frightening amount of blood from her arm, which was soaked red and dripping. Helga was about to shout for help, "The Capta-!" But MacKensie, with her working left arm, clasped her hand over the mouth of Helga to silence her.
"Not yet." MacKensie used Helga to help herself up properly and shook her head at the other woman. "We need to move. Now." MacKensie spotted Corporal Maviel nearby, his thick, curled Tiefling horns making him easy to pick out in the crowd. “Maviel!” He disengaged from the fighting and came to her. “Go to the head and keep everyone moving towards the Center.” He nodded and left, starting to shout commands. MacKensie moved to the rear to help protect their back. Helga, worried for her captain, went with her. The rear was intense, with enemies staying on their tails and giving the Rabbits no rest, and too corrupted tribesmen appearing on the battlements and jumping down onto them. “Stay together!” MacKensie shouted as she shuffled backwards with the back rank, focusing on defensive fighting only. “Do not fall behind!”
They covered the distance successfully, but the Rabbits had lost a lot of soldiers since the tipping point of the battle. Covering the tactical retreat had cost them dearly.
MacKensie stumbled for the umpteenth time, Helga keeping her upright once again. The frenchwoman’s dagger was bouncing off enemy swords dangerously. Her strength was waning. “Captain, you can barely stand. Next time you fall, I fear you will not get up. Please… go and get healed before it’s too late.”
MacKensie had to blink away the black spots in her vision and constantly refocus her vision. Her only working arm was jelly. She couldn’t even feel the dagger in her hand. She had to give in to the concerns of her comrade. “I’ll be back,” she promised. “Just as soon as I’m patched.”
They exchanged a nod and Helga helped MacKensie to the closest stairs. MacKensie however, turned her sights up to the mage platforms and squinted as she scanned the tops. And she saw the face she was looking for.
Immediately she pointed her gauntlet and fired the beam/wire of blue light up high. It was a scuffed ascent to the top of the platforms, not nearly as graceful as what she was known for, but she managed to reduce the swinging and absorb the worst of the bumps with her feet and ended up making it. “James!” She hung on to the platform with one hand, using her feet to struggle up and get her elbow and forearm on, then she got help from some mages who pulled her up. “James. Can you fix my arm?” Perhaps she would have joked and asked for a few pints of blood too, but she was struggling to keep conscious now that she was out of immediate danger. “Please hurry, my friend." She was panicking, aware that she was fading quickly and might be forced to retreat without the Rabbits. "I need to get back down there.”
No. She would go back to the Rabbits, no matter what. Even if it meant death, she would not abandon them.
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