A strong skin stinging light touches Persephone’s now darkened skin. Their sun glares down on them as they continue to gather some of the plants that was said to be required in order to fulfill their quota. However, familiar clicking sounds were heard surrounding her. She tried to ignore it in hopes that it was stalking something else that is not her . She continued gathering for the next minute till she heard a familiar choked snarl on her side. Her small body flinches and they fall to her side as a familiar voice bellows them to come to them. It was her father. She was in their oasis again. Persephone felt like she had been here before but could not place it. She only knew that she should run. Run… …r un… …r u n… Alas she seemed to remain in place. A mysterious sense of dread came over her. Persephone felt like she was expecting something loud, shots? Ah yes. There’s her father’s shouts telling her to get back, then the dragging, more shots, then wet sounds of flesh being torn with accompanied by her father’s screams of pain. Her eyes never saw what happened but she didn’t need to see to know. Besides, she could barely see the ground that she were running on. It also meant that she never saw another Draglik come in from her right, tackling her to the ground and everything goes black… [hr] She rouses from her slumber by lurching forward and panting erratically while, covered in cold sweat. Pain suddenly came from her shoulder and she clutched the area but she did not feel flesh. It was hard and metallic. She looked to her side and her face darkens when she realized that it was no longer her arm. The sounds of pained Guardsmen and the distant sounds of war outside made her realize that she was indeed in the infirmary. Now her mind races back to previous events and she realized that she lost it when she made a foolhardy attempt to battle an Ork in melee combat. It was definitely a stupid move, but what’s done is done. However, it still took her a while to acknowledge that she had lost their arm, and the pain on her face also told her that she definitely almost lost an eye too… or her life. Another flash of pain hits her and she clutched the location where flesh meets metal. The fairly disabled Guardsman curls into a fetal position where she eventually fell into another deep sleep. [hr] It had been a few days, maybe. It’s hard to tell when one keeps fading in and out of lucidity. Persephone was handed a triple skull medal and multiple alcohol rations, before being told that they had won. She was also told that some of her mates survived and are outside somewhere getting drunk. It was one of the best news that she received ever since she woke up regardless of how fairly bittersweet it is. The medics had also finally calibrated the arm enough to make her feel minimal discomfort. Thankfully it just feels odd now than anything. With that, Persephone gets [s]kicked out[/s] discharged from the infirmary since she was able function without much aid (and they didn’t mind this at all). Stagnation can be mind-numbing too, anyway, despite how welcomed it may be at times. Clutching on to her rations, she excitedly headed towards the dim lighting that was supposed to be where the ‘party’ is in. Needless to say, she immediately surrendered one alcohol ration card and hungrily consumed their first drink, bottoms up. It tasted like piss but the kick was great. When she finally decided to regard her surroundings she realized that there were people and one of those cat people kicking what seemed like an Ork... head? A fire spit with an [i]Orky[/i] dog, and something else that was being crowded around on in the farther corners of the camp. Maybe it was someone flashing their breasts? She couldn’t miss that. She gulped down the drink that she was holding and got another to (slightly wobbly) carry towards the small converging crowd. She realized that two of the Wisps, Marco and Taiel, was part of the crowd as they neared it and she didn’t hear any cheerful sounds. What hits her instead is what sounded like an enraged guttural scream, and the shadow of a large looming creature. She instinctively held on to their Hija’s hilt and circled the location to avoid detection. Taiel notices Persephone trying to silently stalk the location and gestured to them that it was unnecessary. Persephone tried to relax and cautiously walked towards her mates to see those goat-men being aggravated by what looked like a man angrily, but smugly, snarling at the abhuman. The Wisps looked at each other, all wondering whether or not this will end well for their party.