[h3]Morgann[/h3]

Morgann stared up at her new opponent and then raised an eyebrow out of pure confusion as he suddenly took to the air, growing a tad more panicked as he began to descend awkwardly upon her. Though his aim was becoming a bit inaccurate as he fell, she was still sure that being crushed by a giant was not a pleasant feeling, and she certainly did not want to die that way. She tightened her grip on the tommy gun and pointed it up at him, poising her index finger over the black triggered, and began to consider her options. [b]"If I miss while his position keeps changing, he'll flatten me like a flapjack,"[/b] she thought frantically, gritting her teeth, [b]"but if I just sit here and do nothing, then I'll die either way. What if bullets don't even affect him?"[/b] She adjusted the brim of her royal purple hat as she stared up at him with her wide green eyes, unsure of what exactly she needed to do.

Her train of thought was broken at the girl's voice who had previously been fighting him. Aim for the...scar? [b]"Scar,"[/b] Morgann said to herself, staring up and realizing where exactly said scar was located. [b]"The heart!"[/b] she hissed, tensing slightly. [b]"It's over his heart, really? Wait...why is there a scar there?"[/b] Was it just a coincidence that a scar happened to be right there? [i]Why[/i] would it be right there, was this guy even truly [i]alive?[/i] Realizing her time to make a choice was growing short, she gripped the gun in both hands and tightly shut one eye, her attention directed exactly to the area that the girl mentioned. Raising the tommy gun up with both of her hands, she pulled the trigger and watched as the rounds came in short, swift blips. [b]"I'll take my chances,"[/b] she whispered to herself, aiming the gun so that the bullets either hit him or the scar. [b]"I just don't fancy dying by having every bone in my body broken."[/b]

[h3]Gale[/h3]

The bat feral slid down Ash's arm as if it was a mere slide to her and landed on the ground, flapping her weak wings. [i]"Would you even fit on said ferry?"[/i] Gale questioned, turning her head to face Ash. She pulled her thumb to her mouth and began to chew on the nail, wincing slightly as her sharp fangs nearly pierced her skin. [b]"The problem is,"[/b] she began in a soft tone, tilting her head to one side, [b]"if the soldiers see us. They might think it's awfully suspicious that civilians are just crawling through a fence for no reason."[/b] She took her thumb away from her teeth's range to resist biting at it and sighed quietly, torn between their choices. [b]"Fighting is not an option now,"[/b] she stated, flicking her ears as she struggled to focus her senses on the voices of her friends. [b]"There's so much noise,"[/b] she thought, running one of her small hands through her unruly hair, frustrated that it had become so unkempt. [b]"When we get home, I swear, I'm going to fix this mess of a pompadour."[/b] She kept her head low, her shoulders hunching back slightly. [b]"If we ever get home."[/b]

She turned back to look at Ash, Jenny, and Angus with little Pharona, nodding her head confidently and placing her fists on her hips. [b]"Through the hole we go,"[/b] she declared in that light voice of hers, stamping her feet to get a bit of her excitement out. If they were going to appear at least normal, she couldn't be so jittery. Weren't these guys trained to know when someone's lying or whatever? She hoped they weren't seriously that bright. She scuttled back up her roommate's body to sit on top of her head and curled up in the snowy white hair, staring off at the hole in the fence. [b]"If we can get out of here,"[/b] she began slowly, letting her heavy eyelids close over her eyes, [b]"I'll let you buy all the flowers you want."[/b]