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[Color=#67a4e0]Level:[/color] 3
[Color=#e607f8]Experience:[/color] 21/30
[Color=#e607f8]Currently In:[/color] Frozen Highlands, Edinburgh MagicaPolis
[Color=#67a4e0]Word Count:[/color] 257 (+1 Exp)
[i][@Lugubrious], [@Yankee], [@TruthHurts22][/i][/center]

 It took some work, but they managed to finish Artemis off with Sierra unharmed. Unconscious, but unharmed. Frisk's arms were wrapped around the poor girl, not caring about getting blood on herself, but still appearing concerned. Why was she in that thing, [i]how[/i] was she in that thing? Who could've done it?

 Her mood only grew more dreary at Big Band's comment. She didn't mean to be a downer, but something was plaguing her at the back of her mind. From the run-in with the Dollmaker to now, it felt like Frisk was just...lagging behind. Clinging onto the coattails of the more experienced, the more [i]powerful[/i], just trying to last as long as they do. She hadn't even felt anything change pertaining to her Level of Violence or Execution Points, but was she really that desperate to resort to [i]that[/i]?

 No.

 Hopefully she can shrug off this feeling of inadequacy soon.

 Because the cops arrived.

 Frisk's eyes widened when Lucia burst through the doors. God, she had forgotten about her! When Big Band moved out of sight, she tried to follow suit. Unsure of what to do about Sierra, she gently pulled her along with her. So they had thirty seconds to act?

 [color=67a4e0]"If we can get them off our backs, we can make a break for the hideout. But what about Sierra?"[/color] She asked the others. [color=67a4e0]"We can't leave her like this, can we?"[/color] So much for buying a new weapon. Maybe she could steal one if they're forced to fight. They probably wouldn't mind, right?