Once, twice. It was hard to tell if the shots hit home, because Burnscar was already wreathing herself in flame, disappearing to appear from the burning wall nearest Spitfire.
Oh, huh. Well, I suppose falling from the wall is preferable to getting shot.
Spitfire ran, and Burnscar chased her. Elle could see Shamrock hesitate, then leap through the curtain of water that poured from the urn, giving chase, hoping to help her teammate.
Good luck.
I don’t think you’ll ultimately succeed, though.
“No!” Elle shouted. But her voice was drowned out by the sound of the water. Soon the pair were gone.
Hm, looks like we won’t be finding out how that went right now.
Would be a shame if it turned out Shamrock was a charred corpse next time we heard about her.
Her phone. She needed to phone them, let them know. Where was it?
Let who know what, exactly?
In the kitchen. Stupid. She’d been in one of her momentary fugues when they’d been gathering dinner, she had to have left it there.
Welp. Fetch quest?
And if she ventured any further than the upstairs hallway, maybe the ledge above the dance floor, she would be losing any ground she’d gained with her power here.
Jeez, the limit really is quite small right now, huh.
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