In some twisted, sick, sadomasochistic sort of way, Sonya was enjoying herself. Blocking out the pain and fatigue of several days in this pit, focusing on nothing but the mission and keeping her teammates alive.
'...Duty...mine's to finish the mission.'
For a moment, she couldn't move. Standing on an outcropping, getting the high ground against the enemy, she forced herself to the present; forced herself to focus only on the physical (not mental) discomfort. She couldn't let herself get dragged down by memories-she had a mission and a duty to perform.
She took hold of a large stone and tossed it at one of the wolves, smashing its head in. "Come on! You flaming bastards! Fresh meat right here!"
If she could draw their attention, the others would have a better chance getting the crystals in place.
[Royal Lake hill: OTA-tag Cassie]
She survived; part of her wanted to believe they all did, but she's too experienced to not put trust in anything except a headcount, but the crowd's too large and there are too many for her to get a good number. There was also the matter of the adrenaline of the past three days starting to wear off and she's suddenly aware of every joint and inch of her aching.
The inn is calling her like a siren. Pushing rank aside, she's always been a soldier, and right now, she needs a drink, a bath and sleep. Any one who comes up to her to cheer her on gets a weak attempt at a smile and a polite brush off. That it was a gathering point, she should get a good idea on numbers that way as well-two birds, one stone and all. After that, she could focus on herself-a bed, drink, and bath-perhaps not in that order, she wasn't sure.
Actually, no..first she needs to find her daughter, and then getting out of the leather armor.
She forces herself to check the crowds, looking around for Cassie-or anyone else she's somehow grown a friendship with.
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In some twisted, sick, sadomasochistic sort of way, Sonya was enjoying herself. Blocking out the pain and fatigue of several days in this pit, focusing on nothing but the mission and keeping her teammates alive.
'...Duty...mine's to finish the mission.'
For a moment, she couldn't move. Standing on an outcropping, getting the high ground against the enemy, she forced herself to the present; forced herself to focus only on the physical (not mental) discomfort. She couldn't let herself get dragged down by memories-she had a mission and a duty to perform.
She took hold of a large stone and tossed it at one of the wolves, smashing its head in. "Come on! You flaming bastards! Fresh meat right here!"
If she could draw their attention, the others would have a better chance getting the crystals in place.
[Royal Lake hill: OTA-tag Cassie]
She survived; part of her wanted to believe they all did, but she's too experienced to not put trust in anything except a headcount, but the crowd's too large and there are too many for her to get a good number. There was also the matter of the adrenaline of the past three days starting to wear off and she's suddenly aware of every joint and inch of her aching.
The inn is calling her like a siren. Pushing rank aside, she's always been a soldier, and right now, she needs a drink, a bath and sleep. Any one who comes up to her to cheer her on gets a weak attempt at a smile and a polite brush off. That it was a gathering point, she should get a good idea on numbers that way as well-two birds, one stone and all. After that, she could focus on herself-a bed, drink, and bath-perhaps not in that order, she wasn't sure.
Actually, no..first she needs to find her daughter, and then getting out of the leather armor.
She forces herself to check the crowds, looking around for Cassie-or anyone else she's somehow grown a friendship with.