Rosalie did not have to peer out from behind where she was hiding to know that the loud and repetitive sound going off was the sound of gunfire. It had rung shortly after the hunter she was with had gone off seeking a way through the barrier. Why did he have to go? Couldn’t he have stayed just a bit longer to answer her question with more than, ‘he’s our contractor,’? She rubbed her arms, shaking her head slowly as she closed her eyes, trying to force what she had seen out of her mind. The Blood Dragon was a terrifying beast, and as lucky as she was to lay eyes on such a rarity, she wished that the outcome had been different. Though the future had been foreseeable, the people here had risked so much only to fail. Rosalie felt sorry for the people who would now have the job of informing a few family members of untimely losses. 

One name drifted to mind then as the dragon’s roar indicated the clear victor. It did not look too good. Rosalie needed to find Glenn quickly. She knew it was highly unlikely that she would find him, but she wanted confirmation just as much as she feared looking over the destruction. No one wanted to see anyone die and she was pretty much in the same boat, but the situation demanded that she drag herself out of her place of concealment and survey the area for that one person. Willing herself to take the first step, it was later followed by another slow step and another, gradually picking up the speed as she moved towards the still burning wall of flame with the collar of her shirt held over her mouth and nose. The smoke stung her eyes slightly, but it would not be too bad if she just got through this section. There was a small opening she spotted and started making her way to, finding that the flames that once formed a perfect wall had been partly snuffed out. Rosalie inspected it quickly, looking up to see the slowly shrinking form of the Blood Dragon. Did she really want to go after him?

Back in the opposite direction, the warriors already seemed to be counting their losses. Some lay battered and moaning on the ground with the uninjured tending to them; some only sat in place, screaming their despair for the heavens to hear and quite a few cried over the bodies of ones whom they had been in the business with for a few years if not more. Words of anger and resentment reached her ears, saying that one day, the Blood Dragon would no longer stand so high and mighty among them; it was only just a matter of time before he fell just like the others. Stepping towards onto the charred section of earth, Rosalie’s foot accidentally kicked something that coughed and spluttered with a low growl before dying once more. She recognised the blade. It was the exact one that Glenn had been holding, the body of the blade having tasted blood still fresh. Whose blood, exactly, she had a pretty good idea of. Did the finding of this blade mean her chances of finding Setton was lost to her? 

“No...no, no, no.” She breathed, trembling as she knelt to pick up and inspect the blade. It was definitely the one. When approached by the woman working the ballista from earlier, Rosalie voiced the first and foremost question on her mind. The answer was not to her liking and though she would have pressed the other for answers, she could see the woman had already been through and seen enough. “You mean...?” The woman nodded grimly and explained what she had seen. [i]I thought it had been too easy. Just once it could have gone right.[/I] Rosalie thought as she pulled down her collar for just a bit, expressing her losses when the scent of blood, death and burnt flesh hit her all in one go. It was enough to make her gag a bit and pull the material back up over her nose and mouth, tears springing to her eyes as she quickly apologised and held the blade out to the woman. If this had been her reaction to this overwhelming smell, she did not dare to look around. She would follow the dragon for a bit to be sure that he wasn’t heading toward the town nearby. A death wish, indeed, but along with fear, she was also curious.

After a while of gathering her thoughts, Rosalie stealthily made her way after the dragon at a quick pace seeing as she had lost him. There were times where she had to slow and tread carefully, but otherwise, her steps were light and quick. Judging by the amount of blood that stained the grass, the ballistae and the combined might of the warriors had really done a number on Gore. She almost felt sorry for him, but pity may very well insult the dragon who had roared so proudly after the battle.
Rosalie also did not see the point in taking Glenn’s blade with her after conversing with the engineer a fair bit. The girl had failed at finding the switch that gave life to the blade, but it was insisted that she bring it with her. What was she going to do, wave it around and hope it appeared as if she knew what she was doing? At the thought, Rosalie stared at Glenn's weapon she so firmly held in her right hand out of anxiousness. She had been holding the blade away from her body as she walked on, not too keen with having a weapon belonging to a dead man in her possession, but since blood still gleamed on its tip, it was bound to help add to the image she hoped to build in some way. Her fingers felt something that moved after applying a bit of pressure to it, but she paid it no mind, figuring that the weapon was just about ready to come apart. It made a few clicking noises, which wasn't very wise for her to continue playing with considering what she was currently doing, but the dragon was still a little ways ahead of her. It was only if she was completely sure Gore did not plan to head to Kalandor would she then leave and put the blade in a spot where she thought the hunters would easily see and retrieve. They had a lot of tidying up to do, after all. For now, she just hoped she wouldn't be spotted too quickly.