Mysaren looked at all the messages rather impatiently, sighing. More thralls, something something, blah blah. She reloaded her pistol and headed towards Blake, chewing absently on her lip as she thought.

	Her body was tense as she got prepared for the battle, mentally and physically. The chemicals pumping through her helped slightly, but she was still ready to kill. She had the urge to crack her knuckles, but, sadly, the replacements didn't allow for things like that, so she cracked her neck instead. Little things like that that kept her human.

	Well, at least, they made her feel human. She wasn't human anymore, she accepted that as soon as she woke up with half of her damn body replaced with metal and wires. Cold, calculating, things that humans shouldn't be.

	She shook her head, starting to take deep breaths. She wasn't going to have another existential crisis, not now. Mysaren couldn't afford to panic, couldn't afford to let her guard down. Lives were on the line, and being human was a disadvantage as far as she was concerned. They didn't treat humans like humans half of the time, so why should she act like one?

	She sent a quick message.

	[i]On my way. It's showtime.[/i]