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[indent]One squirrel out of the picture, a sign that she was just too slow. Grant moved quickly to eliminate the vermin in the most brutal method possible, but Siena didn't let herself think about it for long. Instead, her mind immediately began to work out the kinks in her initial plan. The squirrels, though vulnerable to pain and bullets, were likely to provide some resistance against a trench knife designed for stealth kills or extremely close quarters combat. Narrowing her eyes against the thought, the mage considered that she likely only had one shot before it became a fight she didn't want to have. Pausing in her tracks, her eyes trailed towards a truck not far away. 

Now, that had some potential. 

[i][color=ff57ff]'Ezio is starting to fade...I should do this quick.'[/color][/i] The thought didn't have time to complete itself before she took off towards the nearest truck, weaving between a soldier or two before quickly clambering towards the top. The fall would be uncomfortable, to say the least, but it was worth a guaranteed crippling blow, if not a perfect kill. Gerwulf would have been proud, had the processing been her own. Siena barely gave herself any time at the top to survey her surroundings, only pausing long enough to brush the hair from her eyes and do a quick estimation of how much force she would need to make her landing. 

One breath in, one breath out, [i]jump[/i]. Ezio's skill led her through the motion, twisting her body into a graceful backflip as she adjusted her angle to account for some minute movements--[i]she was aware the flip wasn't necessary, but what her marks learned was out of her control[/i]--and barreling towards the floor at increasing speeds. When she landed, it was with a wet crunching sound and the feeling of bone giving away underfoot as her knees bent to absorb the worst of the impact, body lurching forward just enough to bring her beloved trench knife down into the squirrel's throat. It tore with the accompaniment of a strangled gurgle and a spray of what she could only assume was blood. The worst of it stained the side of her shirt, some flecking her chin. A surge of apprehension and nausea notified her that she had just killed something larger than a spider for the first time her life.

[i]Ezio was gone.[/i]

The brown faded from Siena's eyes and her hands shook. [i]Where were Gerwulf's hands? He was supposed to guide her through these violent motions.[/i] She tried to acknowledge the logic--that the beast was a monster, and that it would have killed if not taken care of--but the cold reasoning didn't work like it had before. As the rest of Ezio's experience left her, the emotions began to rise like heat. The grief that Ezio had set aside returned with a vengeance and took a battering ram to her chest, and for a moment she could hardly breathe for the emotion that gripped her, but it wasn't the first time she'd felt loss to that level. 

It was just the first time she knew it was her own. 

Pulling herself to her feet, she turned her attention to Grant, took a shaky breath, and took a few steps towards the boy, waiting for her breath to calm before she called out to the boy, uncertain if he could hear her at all. "[color=ff57ff]Grant? Grant, it's dead! We should h-help the others.[/color]" A shudder crept up her spine, drawing with it waves of emotions that she wasn't prepared to deal with. "[color=ff57ff]I'm going to try and use the trucks a-as cover so I can take another name.[/color]" Images of the squirrels tearing into Padma's flesh came to mind, and the brunette grimaced. She didn't know if she could do it again at that cost. Turning, she moved back for the soldiers, telling herself to keep sounding confident. [i]'Look confident enough, and someone will usually make a path for you.'[/i] Gerwulf had told her that once. He was right in most cases. "[color=ff57ff]I need to use the truck for cover. I'm not going to run.[/color]"

[hider=interaction tags][@Deathmyster] feel free to have Grant ignore her or not hear her huehue[/hider][/indent]