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[@PaulHaynek]
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This has turned into a difficult situation.

Zasada sat upright, eyes wide as Ibon clung to her First something had snatched the unconscious operator from them, Rex had just vanished with Blizzard, walking off into nowhere and she had seemingly just...dropped without even noticing it. Originum arts messing with her head? Then who or what was the source? Or was she simply going crazy, here? Haaa, no, she was sane, probably more than most.

She barely registered Ibon pulling her to her feet.

[color=f6989d]"...Right, lets get going then."[/color] She said, taking the lead and grabbing Ibons' hand. With her other, she reached into her jacket. A small device with a bunch of wires and a small button on the side. A small, improvised IED. If there was one thing she disliked, it was having mind games played on her, and whatever or whoever this was seemed like they wanted to.

Well.

Next time she got a chance she was going to see how much it liked to have its face blown off. She hoped Riventor was indeed, a safe area. With whatever was going on in these woods it was making her think it might not be, but she couldn't bring that up to Ibon now of all times.

[color=f6989d]"I dunno what's going on, my little avian friend, but when we get to Riventor, we'll get a nice warm drink and maybe tell stories about how we escaped some big bad monster by relying on our wits, hm?"[/color]