[color=598527]ID: Ryan Harper
Location: Grassy Expanse
Time: Error
Opponent ID: N/A[/color]

A powerful rumble jolted her awake. Her hands clasped around the controls on instinct and she frantically scanned her surroundings for the source. She soon spotted the pillar of smoke and dust rising from the city and allowed her body to relax the tiniest bit, concluding it not to be an immediate threat.

The Sentinel’s gaze made another pass over the horizon, this time slower, so Ryan could actually get her bearings. She had spent most of the night in that same spot near the lake, having ignored the drone’s advice to find shelter. Repairing the mech was a more important task. She spent a good few hours sitting on the floor, reconnecting the gun’s circuitry, while the heavy rain assaulted her outer shell. She’d tested it on the nearby cliffside and it had worked fine then, but she made a note to keep an eye on it in the upcoming days. When that was done she resolved to head for the building she’d spotted in the distance at her arrival, beyond the meadows sprawling out to her side.

Now she was surrounded by open fields. She assumed she’d fallen asleep in her seat. Luckily not on top of anything important. There wasn’t a speck over the grass that suggested anyone in her immediate vicinity so her hands cautiously released their grip. Ryan rubbed her eyes furiously, trying to fight away the morning drowsiness and took a look around the cockpit, checking for anything out of order that she might have missed last night. Everything seemed to be working properly, aside from the digital clock that had been blinking odd shapes at random ever since she passed through the storm. Her eyes stopped on the hole in the floor for a moment, then gradually moved towards the box containing her reward. She hadn’t opened it yet, only exiting the mech to collect it once the downpour had gotten particularly nasty. She picked it up now and curiously examined the device within it. It looked like a toy gun, but weighed more than anything plastic could. Her fingers gingerly turned it over, examining the handle, the barrel, carefully passing over the dial…It had the shape of a weapon so she assumed it was one, but not much in its appearance suggested what it did exactly. Ryan figured she’d have to test it.

Oren’s buzzing voice startled her. She lifted the phylactery up to hear better. The new information was unsettling. Up to this point she thought she’d only have to worry about the other contestants. Knowing that an explosion of that magnitude was caused by someone other than the parties involved in the tournament sent a shiver down her spine. She looked up at the mention of the sky. A gargantuan shape masked out a good chunk of it. It choked the breath out of her lungs.
The Sentinel’s heavy footsteps echoed through the field again, determined to reach some sort of shelter and perhaps reinforcement. The building in the distance slowly grew closer.