[center][h3]Relica[/h3][/center]
[@PaulHaynek], [Rezod92], [@The Irish Tree]
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Well, things just kept getting better and better, didn't they?

After the bolt of magically charged energy whizzed past Kerry's head, both the hornet and the gremlin were caught completely off-guard. Relica blinked in confusion at first, trying to process what had just happened and why. Then it all clicked. She'd seen this before after all. Well, not [i]exactly[/i] this, but situations and scenarios similar to it. Internally, she berated herself for having overlooked the matter, but there was no time for long-winded, introspective monologues and flashbacks with lots of background and character-building right now. Kerry was about to flip her lid and that wasn't good for anyone.

As the hornet readied herself to engage the [i]traitorous[/i] automaton, the short gremlin did her best to endure the whipping winds and surging magic energy that was forming around her companion's weaponry, slowly getting closer until she was right next to her.

And then, she put one of her tiny gloved hands on Kerry's left forearm.

[color=lime]"Ker, she didn't attack you. If she had, your head wouldn't be attached to your body anymore."[/color] Relica stated, in a very morbidly blunt fashion. [color=lime]"She did this because of me, well, because I socked that baldie."[/color] She explained, trying to calm the angry merc down. of coursse, Relica wasn't exactly in her greatest state of mind either, and the whipping and surging of Kerry's magic wasn't really helping things.

In fact, it kinda sorta really hurt and was extremely unpleasant, and the fact that the little gremlin's clothes were opejn in the front for the most part sure as heck didn't help matters. With a scowling face and narrowed eyes, the green little monster did her best to endure though.

[color=lime]"C'mon, let's not do this. The only ones who gain by you beating her up, or she blowing you up, are the Varjans... And the locals, I 'spose."[/color] She urged, although it was hard not to want to just use her mechanical arms to grab and pin the hornet down and drag her off forcefully.

... But doing that would have undeniably long-lasting negative consequences far beuyond what Relica was willing to endure, especially after the most recent events. She just wanted to leave this stupid hamlet, these stupid people and go back to the temple and recollect.

It was also worth mentioning that in no way was Relica's words or voice soft and/or soothing. In fact, she sounded a bit like she'd taken a huge bite out of a lemon and was just barely keeping her own shit together. But the last thing she wanted was for her colleagues and compatriots to try and rip each others' heads off because of some stupid bald monk who deserved every bit of what he'd gotten... And then some...

[color=lime]"Let's go back to that temple. You and her can work things out there later, alright?"[/color] There was a lot of strain in Relica's voice.

... Wait. What was that about gold? And what had Kerry thrown into that tree before she began threatening Eula? ... Was that... A bag of money? No. She hadn't.... She didn't, right? ...


... Things just kept getting better and better.

At least she'd been lucky enough that Eula's blaster bolt hadn't hit the back of her M.E.E.P pack. If it had, she wouldn't be standing here anymore... And Kerry would've gotten caught in the blast too. She should really see about reinforcing the frame of it once she got back to her workbench... Provided Kerry and Eula didn't start going at one another... 'Cuz trying to act like a wall between the two would [i]not[/i] be easy or pleasant in the slightest.