[Aloy finds herself facedown in the dirt, which is really nothing new at this point. When she pushes herself to her feet, there's a moment where all her mind can supply is that she's in the Sun-Ring again, though this arena is far more decrepit and ruined. Somehow, the instant realization that she has no idea where she is is less comforting.
The sudden sound of stone grinding against stone behind her makes her whip around, but before she can react, one of the creatures is throwing a well-aimed blow at her head, and Aloy is too close to react. The shimmering force field her armor is emitted takes the brunt of the blow, leaving her uninjured, but she still staggers back, teeth gritted. What the hell is that?
Instinct tells her there's no time to figure it out. She turns on her heel and sprints towards the arches at the edges of the arena, sliding behind cover and practically slamming into someone else's hiding place. Great. Maybe they can give her some answers, at least.]
What are those things?
ii
[So, every time Aloy thinks things have gotten strange enough, they get stranger. It's like the theme of her life now, and all she can think to do is wander the city, brow furrowed. This place is utterly alien to her—buildings, people, all of it.
Then again, Aloy isn't exactly normal looking herself. Her clothing is a mixture of carefully hand stitched leather and hide, offset by cannibalized armor that's clearly much more technologically advanced. She looks like an anachronism made flesh, and she's utterly annoyed. Her voice is blunt when she pulls aside the first unfortunate person she sees, all business.]
Aloy | open
The sudden sound of stone grinding against stone behind her makes her whip around, but before she can react, one of the creatures is throwing a well-aimed blow at her head, and Aloy is too close to react. The shimmering force field her armor is emitted takes the brunt of the blow, leaving her uninjured, but she still staggers back, teeth gritted. What the hell is that?
Instinct tells her there's no time to figure it out. She turns on her heel and sprints towards the arches at the edges of the arena, sliding behind cover and practically slamming into someone else's hiding place. Great. Maybe they can give her some answers, at least.]
What are those things?
ii
[So, every time Aloy thinks things have gotten strange enough, they get stranger. It's like the theme of her life now, and all she can think to do is wander the city, brow furrowed. This place is utterly alien to her—buildings, people, all of it.
Then again, Aloy isn't exactly normal looking herself. Her clothing is a mixture of carefully hand stitched leather and hide, offset by cannibalized armor that's clearly much more technologically advanced. She looks like an anachronism made flesh, and she's utterly annoyed. Her voice is blunt when she pulls aside the first unfortunate person she sees, all business.]
Hey, who's in charge here?