Eight is tired... exhausted, even. She had been serving as an anchor for two people and was looking more than a bit dishevled. But there was two goals to come here. The first was to provide support to the Voidtrekkers, the second...

The best thing of having another person from her world was she had someone to superjump to. In a moment the tell-tale circle indicating her arrival comes near. And there she stands, bucket and improvised ink container (a repurposed fire hydrant). She was preferred chargers, but what are yah gonna do?

"BOOYAH!" She shouts, sloshing the green-tinted ink next to the wave of foes Nory was rushing.