CLOSED MAIN STORY The Evrensel Conflict: Prologue -- The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday -- SINAI (OLD)

[Valkan]

Ryan Kyriendov

Ryan noticed the doctor coming towards him and the peculiar machine. Asking yet another important question, likely relevant to the rest of the group. While they waited for an answer, an alert sprung. It would seem that they no longer had time to spare, they needed to get going. Wincing at the loud noise, he looked around, the undead seemed to have difficulties, so did the mechanic mage. That said, he saw the mage as more capable of handling herself. The undead was quite stuck, still slow and likely in pain.

When the smoke started filling the room, Ryan acted. Ryan teleported to the undead, and undid the walking stick he provided while putting one of the undead's arms over his shoulders. "This might hurt, I'll take time to apologize later" the urlcerse warned, as he scooped him up like it was nothing and held him in a bridal carry style.

The smoke continued to make seeing difficult, and thinking the plan for this smoke was to suffocate them. Ryan was about to blow away the door, when a voice beckoned them to follow it through a brand new open path. Ryan hesitated for an instant, but it's not like they had much to choose from. That said, he followed the voice out of the room. He did not expect to see a huge talking jar with limbs to be the source of the voice. But he quickly dismissed the surprise. There were stranger objects one could possess.

Ryan silently nodded, hoping the jar could see even if he had no eyes he could tell. And followed him through the path it seemed to know.

 

[LenxKaitoYaoi]

Luer had seen the dragon woman, and at seeing her bleed about to offer what help he could to her. However, the moment he took a step towards her he cringed in pain as that sound started, reaching up with his hands to cover his ears— not that it helped much, dropping the cane in the process and falling to one knee on the floor. He tried to glance around, seeing if the others heard it, but the fog started clouding his sight too. He turned in the direction of a new voice, not sure what to make of it. If it meant a way out though… he tried to stand but he found that hard, searching for the cane. Why did he feel a sense of dejavu?

Instead of the cane though his arm was pulled around the shoulder of the taller man that had made it. He cringed as he was lifted, biting back as much of his pain as he could. He took a breath through gritted teeth and simply held onto the other. "None necessary, I appreciate it. And I am sorry…" He offered in reply. He was a liability right now so he was thankful someone was willing to help him, though he did feel bad about it.

When he finally turned attention to the open wall, he rose a brow. A jar… a talking jar? Even through his haze of a memory this seemed like a definite first. "And I thought things could not get stranger…"

 

[Valkan]

Ryan Kyriendov & Luer Lastez Amari'al

Ryan shook his head ever so slightly. "Think nothing of it, just hold on tight" after a few seconds of silence, Ryan picked on the undead's comment "And I get the feeling this is just the start of it" he muttered, as he stole a glance of the peculiar looking knight jar.

Luer nodded to that. It was all he could do, if in part because he was still hurting that his grip was naturally a bit tight. He chortled when Ryan mumbled, leaning against the taller with a quiet sigh. He probably was right about that. He blew a small breath as the dragon's hair got in his face, which prompted his attention to the man's beard after brushing the hair off his own face. He was warm… and a part of the archer wondered if the rest of him was too. "Would be my luck that it gets worse. I pray you do not suffer for it, too."

Ryan ruminated on the words of the undead briefly "It will. I have no idea why, but I have the strong feeling I've already gone through something like this…" Ryan exhaled deeply. "Sorry, I shouldn't be that pessimis-... is something the matter?" He asked, noticing a hand going through his hair.

Luer pouted at that. He did not want others to suffer for his poor luck in life. He hated it. He smiled somewhat bitterly as the dragon had started his apology. "Pessimism is in my nature, these days." He simply stared at the dragon's beard as made his comment, though a thought ran through him as he did and caused a shiver. Dammit. "No…" He could not help himself, and the urge probably was not entirely his own, but he gave into it nonetheless and had started petting the man's beard with an almost childlike smile.

Ryan frowned mildly. "You better be on your toes. I can't carry you forever. Pessimism or not." After lightly scolding the man, he noticed something strange. Ryan caught a glimpse of This guy staring at him. Not only that, he reached for his beard with one of his hands. Ryan felt the impulse to throw him, and leave him to his own devices, but shook the somewhat sinister thought away. It was creepy, but it could be worse. The dragon sighed, and purposefully bumping the undead to snap him out of it. "What… what do you think you're doing?" he asked, concerned.

Luer was a bit startled at the bump, but it hurt and pulled him back to the current, which helped. He shook his head. "I did not expect anyone to carry me at all, so thank you for this much." He returned. He has done it himself that he could recall, he did not expect help now either. When Ryan questioned his staring and petting he returned his hand to the man's shoulder with an apologetic look. "Curiosity got the best of me… Sorry…" Curiosity and a different person's urge. Who just randomly pets beards!? It was mildly embarrassing. "It looked soft…" He added with a tiny pout.

Still weirded out, Ryan gave a brief doubtful glance at the undead. A concise "Again, think nothing of it" was his answer. He thought that would be the end of that, but the wounded undead doubled down. "What in… Did the machines probe your brain too much or something?" Ryan sarcastically asked. His face showed certain traces of exasperation, but softened up quickly. "...Sorry. I can see how a day like this can get overwhelming. I shouldn't be so rough on a wounded, disoriented, person."

On the contrary, Luer thought plenty of it. Considering Alande had wanted to kill him earlier. Luer pouted again though. "You wake up like flayed poultry on the kitchen counter and not want to indulge in something warm and soft for a second…" He muttered. Okay maybe it was somewhat his own urge. Overwhelming was an understatement, but he did not have the time right now to deal with it. Not that I would, anyway… He leaned on Ryan's shoulder again and sighed softly. "It is alright… Besides, it sounds like there are others here that may need help, too… I will not be useless for long. The pain will pass in time, but the lives of others cannot wait for it."

Ryan stared at Luer in disbelief. Maybe the undead curse turned his brain to mush to some extent. Quiet, stunned by the deadman's attitude. Luckily, he dropped the subject, and focused on actual issues that were more relevant than his beard. Seriously, the hell was that about? He decided not to fuel the fire further, and simply lifted his gaze upwards. Focusing back on the jar and the rest of the group, looking for a way out.

 

[PolyesterH]

Alande, staring at the pot, had a very uncomfortable fact that was coming to the surface of his mind. That being that the density of reality deviance was so thick that it would be utterly impossible to make any meaningful progress anytime soon of bringing a reasonable order to reality here. Ultimately it was the talking jar that did it, but the suspicion had been creeping in for a good 30 seconds. If what the Jar was saying was true then the odds of him getting any sort of backup or reinforcements was minuscule at best. Worse, he made an ass of himself. This was about as terrible of a situation he could be in, unless a Nephandi or Superstitionist introduced themselves to the group and pointed him out explicitly.Thankfully there was no time to dwell on the situations quality, he had to get with the program. Ignoring the two that seemed likely to be lovebirds he turned to the pot and spoke, "Fine then, sooner we can get our things back the better. Lets get going."

 

[Girania the Knightess]

Demon Anri
Still Angry
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Anri gripped the delicate scraps of metal they called medical tools with a tight grip. A bit too tight, as she accidentally snapped one of them apart. She would not return to her usual self quite a while, even with a familiar face present. The species of the others did not matter to her at this moment. She did not recognize them as her torturers, and thus she had no reason to focus on them. Even when the giant pot with limbs opened the way, she only cared to listen to him to see if he was an enemy. He was not. In fact, he had opened a way out of the room.

If anyone looked towards her, they would notice that Anri had gotten on all fours like an animal. And just like an animal, she sped right on past the Jar Warrior, dashing through the passage and around like a dog chasing something away. She was on the hunt. Even should the enemy have abandoned this place by now, she would scour everywhere she could until she was sure that they were either dead or gone.

 

[Otomos]

"There she goes", said Kaathe, watching as Anri runs off on her own.

Before running after her to fulfill the unspoken promise Evelynn had everyone make, Kaathe observed the living pot. He had seen many bizarre creatures, but a pot with limbs and a voice was a first for the dark elf. When time allows, he ought to figure out just what category of monster it would go into.

For now, however, he chased after Anri.

 

[Awinita]

Through her pain, Xeir could somehow understand Karena's words. But she herself was unsure if she could be understood so she simply nodded in reply to Karena before taking a few breaths and getting back to her feet, steeling herself against the pain on her back and shoulders. Sher turned as Anri darted by, much too fast for her to react or even try to stop the girl.

There who goes ? Xeir wanted to ask. But at that exact moment the alarms went off and smnoke started filling things. The primoridal looked around confused as to where the voice was coming from and spotted the jar, with legs and arms. A talking Jar ? Xeir briefly wondered, she shook her head. Finally choosing that time to speak as she neared the thing, trying to keep one step ahead of the smoke and attempts at locking them all back into their original places.

Very briefly she gave the jar fellow a once over. looking from two different directions. even in his open top and couldnt see their stuff. So she asked it. As gently as she was able, as to not deafen anyone with her voice, Dragons tended to be loud, but in her human form as she was in for the most part she was still loud but understandable. "Do you know where.... her leg and arm is ?" She would have asked where her own dress and shoes were, heck even her own weapons, but somehow she felt that she had to help Karena first.

The oddest part of it was, she had no idea what Karenas name even was. But the woman with the pegleg, which looked pretty darned good for a quick makeshift leg, referred to her as a dragonborne ?

 

[Wade Von Doom]

~~GM~~

"I have a man on the job looking for your equipment, but we will have to meet up with him first. For now, we must give haste!" The answered Xeir, as the others passed by him to get the hell out of the room. The passage way was long and almost too narrow for the jar to fit through, but after several minutes, the group would reach the end and pass through into a small open space that overlooked the facility they were trapped inside of.

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It was massive. Miles and miles of open space, and along the walls, ceiling and floors below were millions of pods. All of them filled with people from across the multiverse, all being cataloged by drones both large and small that took no notice of the fleeing heroes, then carted away on conveyors into the heart of this place the heroes were trying to escape from.

"My word," the jar said aloud, "the scale of it. How many worlds have they taken from?" As he pondered to the group, they would finally be met with opposition, as our nowhere, Alexander was pummited on from above by a massive machine.

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The thing was huge, twenty feet wide at least without its appendages extended. It's legs wrapped around Alexander like a spider would its prey caught in its web, before smashing its teeth right into the jars lid to force it open and pull out the pulsing innards inside. (And I do mean pulsing.)

 

[Valkan]

Ryan Kyriendov

Ryan exhaled sharply, realizing how ridiculous the conversation he decided to engage in with the delusional undead. As he tried to jump back from that, the child who went feral moments ago suddenly dashed down the dark hallway. One of the other escapees, which appeared to know her, went after her. Ryan narrowed his eyes for a moment. Thinking if he should open a portal and carry her as well. He ended up deciding against it, seeing as there was already someone else willing to run that risk. He briefly glanced down. He has made enough compromises for now, he thought to himself.

The urlcerse then silently followed along for the last stretch of the dark passage. Needless to say, the sight was horrifying. Somehow made worse by the fact that it felt nauseatingly familiar. Ryan didn't have much time to process the awful sight, as a mechanical beast attacked the jar. "Just make sure this one isn't left behind!" His voice commanded, echoing from what was holding the undead now. A small, crystal tree.

"Oh no, you don't!" The actual swordsman barked. Now diving at blinding speeds from above, he focused all that energy his body accumulated as he fell into a slash aimed at a main joint of one of the pincers of the automaton. The energy that wasn't contained into his superheated blade released a mighty gust of hot air. The wave seemed to retract for an instant as Ryan vanished form where he stood, and then resumed when Ryan reappeared, using his momentum to smash his knee into the head of the mech, followed up by him pushing back and upwards. Pushing as best as he could to drive the spider off their savior in need of saving without letting it spill the guts of said savior.

A sentient jar with guts... This just keeps on delivering surprises.

 

[LenxKaitoYaoi]

As the group followed the jar Luer was content to simply rest as much as he could, for a moment resting a hand on his chest where he had been so cruelly cut open. Damn these machines. It was a strange thing to know somewhere, some form of him embraced such things.

He jolted though when that spider fell upon their guide, clinging slightly to Ryan. There was a bit of concern, but for more than simply the size of that metal monstrosity. What the hell could he do to help? He had no access to his weapon, much less his fire power as a dragon himself. He gasped when Ryan took off, finding himself stuck in a tree suddenly. But there has to be something he can do…

He heard that dragon woman earlier, and again before the machine attacked. He was useless as a fighter, but he could still support, and she looked as though she could fight, were she not in pain herself. He sympathized, but while his pain was untenable with his magic, hers just might be. He took a breath, winced and forced himself out of the tree's limbs, groaning as he landed. He shook it off though, sore but it was not as though he would kill over.

He headed for Xeir, looking for her injury quickly. "I cannot fight as I am, but I can do this much." He stated, taking another quick breath and chanting to heal the wounded dragon woman.

 

[Otomos]

Collab with Knightess of Scent

Kaathe and Anri​

When the large metal spider arrived and grabbed the hero pot, it was immediately set upon by one of the others, who attacked it. That was all Anri saw. This was a moment where she could work out some anger. So instead of dividing her attention among the surroundings and people, she was focused on the big target. She ran towards it, so eager to cause it harm that she threw the surgery tools that she was supposed to use as weapons at one of its front limbs.

Kaathe saw a great number of other escapees before the large spider appeared. It seems that whoever had captured them was trying to contain the situation. How foolish. No amount of control will stop others from escaping or causing havoc. Kaathe had resigned himself to the fact that they would now need to get involved. It was an inevitability. After all even had the Jar not been caught or the man not have attacked with a burst of heat, Anri would have no doubt attempted to attack it on her own. In any case, he had no intention of fighting up close unless he's dragged into the battle proper. For now, he would simply perform an enchantment on those surgery tools Anri was using. On their own, they would leave a small scratch at most. With his spell, they actually have a freezing property to them that Kaathe can focus on.

Anri's tools would be largely ineffective. Even if they hit the limbs, the impact would damage the tools more than the target. In fact, only small fragments managed to get lodged into a joint, and seeing as the big spider was much larger than a normal person, let alone tiny instruments, these shards would have not been enough to hinder any of that limb's movements. It did not matter to her. When she got close enough, she climbed onto the limbs and rushed to the top of the robot. There, she proceeded to repeatedly slam her fist into the same spot on the metal shell with an amount of strength barely anyone could have expected her to have. Each strike had enough force behind it to rip a grown man's arm off from the shoulder, and every one of those strikes was focused on a single spot on top of the spider.

While Anri was bludgeoning away at the machine's top with her bare hands, Ryan was bludgeoning the machine's mouth with his bare knee, and Alexander was trying to keep his own insides from being laid bare, Kaathe had continued to focus on the freezing enchantment. Though the lodged pieces had begun to lightly frost over the area where they were, that was obviously not going to be enough. Kaathe was sure that his freezing capabilities could make armor shatter, but a metal monstrosity? He'd have to risk a bit more just in case. He took the scalpel, and created a wound upon his chest. As he focused into his magic now, his blood began to be pulled from the wound and into the magic itself, the freezing magic grew in power and intensity, bolstered by the offering of blood. What once only conjured frost, began to convert material into ice.

 

[Wade Von Doom]

~~GM~~

The spider couldn't take this much damage. With a missing limb, several more crippled, and its body now being pounded away by Anri and Ryan, it was quick to make its escape; jumping high up in the air with a shockwave powerful enough to knock everyone away... Except Anri, who was on top of it. While she kept smashing away at it, the spider drifted off away from the ledge until it landed on a passing drone carrying more pods full of people.

There was no way to reach her from how far it jumped away, and crawling down from the walls above were more machines. These ones smaller than the spider, around five feet in size, but came running down by the dozens.

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They were fast, popping out of small vents like hidey holes. Yet, their miraculous luck hadn't run out yet, as shots rang out from above upon them. Another large drone docked just besides the ledge the group was on, with an alien soldier laying down suppressive fire from its top. "Get on!" He yelled out, switching thermal clips with his rifle.

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"Ahh! My good man, you're a sight for sore eyes, figuratively speaking!" Alexander yelled out, jumping on top of the drone with a cheerful tone in his voice. The squid machines began to scatter, but certainly wouldn't be gone for long.

"Well, the plan's already gone to hell," the Quarian noted, "systems are coming back online faster than Kinzie expected, and it's begun expunging all that junk data she filled it with to find and shut her out. Timeline's limited now, we gotta make our exit, fast!"

"What?! And leave all these people here?!" Alexander argued back, "By the Gods, a child was kidnapped before you arrived, we must surely rescue her before she's put back in restraints!"

"No can do. We stay here any longer, we'll be outnumbered a hundred to one in minutes. These people are priority for us, everyone else is not our objective." The Quarian then moved backwards to a small latch to the rear of the drone. He opened it with his omni-tool, then began pulling out things stuffed inside. Weapons and clothing. "Wasn't sure what was all yours and what wasn't, so I just grabbed as much as I could," The Quarian told the group, as it was indeed all their missing things and then some.

But Anri was now suddenly in the hands of that spider getting further away, and it seemed time was a factor. What now?

 

[Awinita]

Spoiler

As the group followed the jar Luer was content to simply rest as much as he could, for a moment resting a hand on his chest where he had been so cruelly cut open. Damn these machines. It was a strange thing to know somewhere, some form of him embraced such things.

He jolted though when that spider fell upon their guide, clinging slightly to Ryan. There was a bit of concern, but for more than simply the size of that metal monstrosity. What the hell could he do to help? He had no access to his weapon, much less his fire power as a dragon himself. He gasped when Ryan took off, finding himself stuck in a tree suddenly. But there has to be something he can do…

He heard that dragon woman earlier, and again before the machine attacked. He was useless as a fighter, but he could still support, and she looked as though she could fight, were she not in pain herself. He sympathized, but while his pain was untenable with his magic, hers just might be. He took a breath, winced and forced himself out of the tree's limbs, groaning as he landed. He shook it off though, sore but it was not as though he would kill over.

He headed for Xeir, looking for her injury quickly. "I cannot fight as I am, but I can do this much." He stated, taking another quick breath and chanting to heal the wounded dragon woman.

Xeir at first was focused on the Jar, then when it took off she made to follow, briewfly confused by the actions of Anri, whom she hadnt met yet, only to be too late to grab the girl as Kaathe followed after her. At least the Jar knew of someone who had their stuff.

However it was Luer's voice that broke into her thoughts, his offer of aid apparently. As he spoke a strange chant the pain on her shoulders and back lessoned. "Thank you" She said to him as the pain lessoned, he could see the removed scales regrowing in a gorgeous pattern replacing the scales that were removed by the drills.

However her attention was taken by the spider as it suddenly appeared and attacked, then was fended off it seemed. Anri nowhere to be seen. When the Quarian arrived hwoever and started digging out their stuff, Xeir was relived, she smelled rice, that was what she was missing, and then she saw her sword. The guy tossed it, she caught it before it hit anybody. Then she went for the tealgreen dress and leggings, along with what looked like matching fingerless opera gloves. Within a minute she was dressed.

And liek the others they had theri stuff back.

And then some. Xeir found herself briefly curious about some of the stuff present that wasnt theirs.

 

[PolyesterH]

Alande sized up the spider, concluding that he wouldn't be able to do much about it with the considerable lack of equipment he had on him. Internally, he tsk'd his own reluctance to get on the cybernetic bandwagon. He said nothing as the rest of the group quickly dispatched the spider, and kept his seething inside as Luer began chanting his healing spell craft. If nothing else at least, once he got his equipment he could get away with a lot before Rejection kicked in.

He didn't like the idea of hitching a ride with the alien soldier, but he had exactly zero options. He clamored onto the drone as Alexander and the Quarian conversed, A data dump and system wasn't a bad plan, but it seemed to him that these efforts were the work of Extraordinary Citizens rather than Enlightened personnel. By the time he was pointed out as a priority, he blinked in surprise and briefly considered hopping off. These people knew of him. Either they were collaborating with his superiors, or they knew who he was and was picking him up regardless for some purpose. Either way, it wasn't boding well, but at least it was better than staying here.

He noticeably relaxes as he spots his equipment in the drones latch. He quickly gets his jacket on, an odd sight to see someone wearing such a baggy item without pants, and his other personal equipment. He makes what he presumes is eye contact with the Quarian. "All of this is very much appreciated. Time's of the essence, so if I'll see what i can do with the drone."

Popping open his laptop and connecting it to the drone, he furrows his brow as he goes over the system. It wasn't like anything he'd seen in person before, but it reminded him of the more advanced seminars on Reality Deviant equipment. He activated a program on his laptop, made to process the code and optimize its path finding algorithms, deceptive emissions, and emergency detection systems.

What Alande did for normal people

The drone is now notably better at avoiding fire thanks to it being harder to hit.

 

[Valkan]

Ryan Kyriendov

After repeatedly kneeing the arachnid-like mech, his efforts to fend off the creature were successful, with the caveat that it took one of the group with it. To be more precise, the feral girl. Countering the shockwave with a fiery blast emerging from his back, he landed swift and gracefully. He took a quick glance around. They were about to be swarmed by a large batch of smaller animalistic mechs, when a droid like the one the arachnid made its escape on, started attacking the octopi lookalikes.

After a brief exchange between the most alien looking figures of the group, Ryan got some much needed context, and more importantly, a task that needed to be taken care of. "I'll go. Just tell me how can I rescue the most people. I'll think of a way to catch up later." the urlcerse exclaimed, conveying urgency. He didn't want to lose valuable time. As he awaited for instruction, a pair of crystalline, bright red wings sprouted from his back.

 

[Wade Von Doom]

"Can't let you do that, sir," The Quarian quickly told Ryan, taking up position once more at the front of the drone once the squids started reforming, "You're the main reason we came here. Everyone else is expendable. It's why Kinzie opened up dozens of other pods across the station, to distract them while we sneak you and the others out."

(AKA, the lads in Utopia are being used as bait with no intention of rescuing.)

 

[LenxKaitoYaoi]

Luer offered a smile to Xeir at her thanks. With her scales growing back she seemed to be in much better shape. He gasped, interrupting his chant as the spider leapt away- it would have knocked over if he were not already on his knees. He looked up at where it took off and gave an unsure look. Did… did that thing just take off with the child?? This was not the only bad thing to happen, as more robots, a lot of them, started seemingly coming from the walls. What the hell was this place??

As another one came down and someone spoke, he rose a brow. These people want me to throw up… He gave a nod of agreement to the jar (he cannot believe he was in agreement with that thing) as it countered that Anri was still in danger. They could not well leave without at least trying, even if he himself could not help. The option of his availability to aid that rescue changed quickly though as their things where pulled out, making the archer feel a lot better. He could care less about being fully dressed right now, all that mattered was his bow, quiver and bag, which he shoved his clothes into after getting the rest on.

As Ryan volunteered to go after her he nodded again. "I will go with you." With his amber, he could help if he needed to. When their supposed savior argued again he backed away from them. "Excuse me!?" Did he just understand that correctly? They used the other prisoners as a distraction? They sacrificed lives for them? He shook his head. "Like hell I am leaving a child behind, much less going with someone so willing to throw lives away."

He growled to himself. Not a chance… if these people were fodder for his life he sure as hell was going to save as many as he could. His life was not worth theirs… much less so many… He looked to Ryan. "As many as we can." He repeated in confirmation.

 

[Valkan]

Ryan Kyriendov

Ryan would cut off the alien creature mid-sentence, barking "Oi! Not what I asked! Get talking now, we're both wasting ti..." Ryan lost sight of the drone, but he managed to remember the kid's ki. That said, with so many people around, it was starting to get difficult to pinpoint her location. A jet black whirlpool-looking portal formed in front of him. To others, it wouldn't be more that some cloudy darkness. But Ryan could visualize what was he creating a portal towards.

"She's getting away! Speak!" he requested. And while still being demanding, his tone was less aggressive. They were trying to help, after all.

 

[Otomos]

"No matter where I go, it seems the leadership can never reach your ideal, Captain", muttered Kaathe.

His former captain, a woman named Evelynn, was an ideal leader. Not so naive as to believe a battle can be fought without injury or sacrifice, but not so jaded as to entertain the idea of necessary sacrifices. This three-fingered creature near him was not so ideal. He prioritized a select few, and it seems that Anri was not one of those fortunate individuals. By that logic, Kaathe himself would also not be one of those individuals. Though, even if he were to be one of those lucky few, his promise would prevent him from accepting any path that doesn't involve looking after his younger comrade.

"Loathe am I to deny the consequences of charging towards danger, but I dislike leaving Anri behind even moreso. We are former comrades, and thusI am obligated to aid her. Besides, if I am expendable, would it not be beneficial to your plan that I be left behind to distract the enemy?"

 

[Girania the Knightess]

Anri
Separation

Anri was not split from the group. Her position being on top of the metal creature made it so that she was dragged wherever it moved, and she was obsessed with damaging this thing as much as possible. So much so that even as the creature latched onto a transportation vessel, Anri had continued her stomping.

It was a good stress reliever. Placing your anger into physically assaulting a non-living, non-sentient thing does wonders at the price of injuring one's body. Of course, whether the object of Anri's anger was alive or not mattered little, as her goal was always to get back at the threat. Even if it meant that Anri would have to figure out an escape on her own, she would continue to attack the target over and over and over and over again