Thrones let out a breath, slow and steady. The buzzing in the back of her mind did not cease, the whispers continued unabated, but at the very least, the simulation allowed her to feel the warmth of the Originium in her blood. How much of it was real, how much of it was fake? The Sankta followed the others, wondering what her body was doing back in reality.

Hopefully nothing embarrassing.

And hopefully, they didn't embarrass themselves by getting wiped against this group either. Twenty androids, supported by five armored units and two that looked like Arts Drones. Something in the air as well, something dampening her connection with her blood. Thrones grimaced, rolling her shoulders as her glass-like wings twitched. [b]"Showed off too much, I suppose,"[/b] she said, turning to the others. [b]"Strix, what's your range against immobile targets? I can lock down the Arts Droids if you can snipe them."[/b]

Wouldn't be flattening the group this time though.