Their wounds healed, Lily and Brucie sat by side side backs against the boulder they had used as cover. Mouse was resting nearby, keeping a weary eye on Lily. Were she to guess, she would think him anxious after her display of power. Most likely the repeated explosions had shocked him. A part of her felt bad for that, almost shameful at having scared such an innocent creature. Would he forgive her for it? He hadn't left yet, and still kept relatively near. That told her he hadn't been pushed away entirely, and was only a little cautious around her. Or at least she hoped so.

She turned to the pack Brucie had set between them, fishing out a piece of bread. She hadn't had much experience with dogs as pets, but she knew from her urchin lifestyle, that stray dogs were more than willing to eat anything offered. Waving the bread slightly from side to side seemed to get Mouse's attention, and he slowly waddled closer, sniffing the bread, before he started to gnaw on it. The sight of him eating enthusiastically, his worry forgotten with a food bribe, eased the frown on Lily's face, the corners of her lips tugging upwards ever so slightly. Brucie, on the other hand, grunted, and then rummaged through the bag himself, fishing out some pastry or other for himself. Whose manners were worst, the kitsune couldn't quite decide. 

She directed her attention forward, to where the gooey remains of her opponent remained. The charred corpse had reverted to some sort of black goo, and in doing so had erupted into a small hoard of items. Curiously enough, a rabbit and a cat had also appeared from amidst the gunk, and promptly run off in the dark. She had decided not to question the whys and hows, though Brucie had expressed interest in some of the guns. He had even, by some weird stroke of luck, found a small handful of rockets that fit in his shoulder-mounted launcher. Though only two thirds full, it was still enough that he would prove a danger at range once more, much as when they had first met. 

She had also given him the rifle that had nearly taken her life, and found about another magazine-and-a-half full of bullets that fit. He had insisted that she also take one of the guns that lay in the puddle, and it had taken her pointing out, that the length of her nails kept her from getting her finger on the trigger, with any reliable speed. She had instead chosen a long, slender sword, complete with a belt and sheath to keep it in. Brucie had also managed to find a few, still usable, grenades. Two fragmentation, and a single smoke grenade, best she could tell. 

The last thing that they had found was a strange, brass sphere, covered in strange etchings that made it seem almost like a stellar map. She was not quite so hesitant with this item as the previous ones, now that the track record of harmless prizes was three for three. She stuffed it in a side pocket of Brucie's backpack, deciding to figure out how to use it later. 

For now, they had an ancient city to investigate. And so they set out, Lily in the front, Brucie and Mouse right behind her.