[The hairs on the back of Ellie's neck start to stand up. This isn't natural. In fact, this is starting to feel more and more like an elaborate illusion...and a trap. But she can feel the heat of those flames, in which case, this is a very good, very complete illusion.]
[Remaining outside of the city border, she draws an arrow to her cheek, aims, and plugs it into one of the soldiers advancing on Ales.]
Something wrong with the fires? There is something wrong with the city.
[She grumbles it to herself. Ales is in a giant metal robot, it's unlikely a bunch of measly foot soldiers will do much good against him. But she's prepared to clear a path for him with her arrows. And if her roommate is really that determined to chase his girlfriend, who is she to stop him? Have fun with that, Albel.]
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[Remaining outside of the city border, she draws an arrow to her cheek, aims, and plugs it into one of the soldiers advancing on Ales.]
Something wrong with the fires? There is something wrong with the city.
[She grumbles it to herself. Ales is in a giant metal robot, it's unlikely a bunch of measly foot soldiers will do much good against him. But she's prepared to clear a path for him with her arrows. And if her roommate is really that determined to chase his girlfriend, who is she to stop him? Have fun with that, Albel.]