That's the kind of direct and unequivocal answer Devero can appreciate at a time like this. He spins and charges after Genjo, senses on as high an alert as they can be given that he's just got himself right now.
(If he weren't so focused, he'd probably be feeling vulnerable and self-conscious to be charging into a fight with just his wetware and a fucking sword. Luckily for him, he literally can't spare the energy to worry about that.)
They follow the screams off the road and down an alley-- an alley which ends abruptly in another one of those fissures, as if someone had brought a giant knife down through the middle of this city block. In this case, though, the other half didn't fall apart, only away, dropped down about fifteen feet and back about six. From where they stand, they can see directly across into the second and third floors of the buildings flanking the alley on the other side of the fissure, rooms gaping open where the two halves separated.
Long-armed, large-clawed monsters are spawning somewhere below and crawling up from beneath the split city block, dragging themselves into open rooms with their draconic jaws parted in hungry, vicious smiles.
Devero takes in the tableau, his knuckles white around the sword's hilt. This-- this is way beyond his ability as a fighter, even after all he's been through over the past few months. He looks almost helplessly over at Genjo, but his voice is at least steady as he asks, "--Where do we start?"
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(If he weren't so focused, he'd probably be feeling vulnerable and self-conscious to be charging into a fight with just his wetware and a fucking sword. Luckily for him, he literally can't spare the energy to worry about that.)
They follow the screams off the road and down an alley-- an alley which ends abruptly in another one of those fissures, as if someone had brought a giant knife down through the middle of this city block. In this case, though, the other half didn't fall apart, only away, dropped down about fifteen feet and back about six. From where they stand, they can see directly across into the second and third floors of the buildings flanking the alley on the other side of the fissure, rooms gaping open where the two halves separated.
Long-armed, large-clawed monsters are spawning somewhere below and crawling up from beneath the split city block, dragging themselves into open rooms with their draconic jaws parted in hungry, vicious smiles.
Devero takes in the tableau, his knuckles white around the sword's hilt. This-- this is way beyond his ability as a fighter, even after all he's been through over the past few months. He looks almost helplessly over at Genjo, but his voice is at least steady as he asks, "--Where do we start?"