[Elena doesn't want to be here. None of them do, of course, but she'd rather be with her husband, her best friends—but while none of them are soldiers, they all understand something of duty, at least to each other, and ensuring that as many of them survive as possible is one way to achieve that. They can't all concentrate ni one face.
Guns strapped to her sides and fire in her hands, she gives a crooked nervous smile to whoever is here making a stand with her.]
Ready to light them up?
[And they do.]
hope;
[That was unpleasant.
Elena stumbles toward Hope's temple, head a little fuzzy after...how long has it been since they started fighting? A while, judging by the exhaustion she feels and the state of her clothes. Dirt, tears, and blood, all her own. She remembers...falling, at some point, and when she'd looked up again the temple had been damaged. It's a little unnerving to wonder how long she'd blacked out. It's a lot unnerving to think about why she'd been knocked out.
It's quiet now, and she's still alive. That should be good, right? As quickly as she can (which isn't as quick as it normally would be—she's still winded, and injured), she hurries to Hope's temple, her heart in her throat.]
Elena Fisher | Rage's Temple -> Hope's Temple
[Elena doesn't want to be here. None of them do, of course, but she'd rather be with her husband, her best friends—but while none of them are soldiers, they all understand something of duty, at least to each other, and ensuring that as many of them survive as possible is one way to achieve that. They can't all concentrate ni one face.
Guns strapped to her sides and fire in her hands, she gives a crooked
nervoussmile to whoever is here making a stand with her.]Ready to light them up?
[And they do.]
hope;
[That was unpleasant.
Elena stumbles toward Hope's temple, head a little fuzzy after...how long has it been since they started fighting? A while, judging by the exhaustion she feels and the state of her clothes. Dirt, tears, and blood, all her own. She remembers...falling, at some point, and when she'd looked up again the temple had been damaged. It's a little unnerving to wonder how long she'd blacked out. It's a lot unnerving to think about why she'd been knocked out.
It's quiet now, and she's still alive. That should be good, right? As quickly as she can (which isn't as quick as it normally would be—she's still winded, and injured), she hurries to Hope's temple, her heart in her throat.]