[h3][hr][color=ff0080][center]Mercy Mable[/center][/color][/h3][hr]
[color=ff0080]"Thank you, for your service."[/color] Mercy pushed the enemy rifleman she had just reanimated into the surrounding flames. Watching body break apart with a small tear. Her soul returning whole. With the ambush over with, everyone began following the captain's orders. Her skeleton even helped gather the group's supplies, packing and loading the good majority of the class's supplies. Mercy stretched and supervised her skeleton companion. The idea of carrying stuff didn't interest her and it seemed everyone was on top of everything else. She just smiled and fell in line, resting in her skeleton's arms as it carried her along with the rest of the camp. [color=ff0080]"Onward, Jeeves~"[/color]

Mercy actually fell asleep during the travels. The cold not bothering her in the slightest. Though it was only a half sleep. She perked up at the mention of ghosts, breaking open her eyes just in time to see Clean swing his ax into a mysterious stranger. Curious. If that really was a ghost the ax shouldn't affect it, right? Mercy called forth her own shade that peered out of the stuff the skeleton was carrying; ready to charge it into the ghost as soon if the ax not have any effect.