[s]Haha noooo don't leave her fate in the hand of the others you're so sexy aha.[/s]

By all accounts, Hildegunde had no right to be angry at this stranger. But watching her jeopardize her spot, then her life, only to try and leave like [i]that[/i]? For better or worse, Iraleth is going to plague Hildegunde's mind for a long time.

That wasn't important right now, however. What [i]was[/i] important was that Chunji and Iraleth have the two big threats distracted, and she might not get another non-lethal chance at crossing that bridge. Chunji being behind instead of ahead of her would be a problem, but he at least seemed reasonable, unlike the half elf. She can deal with him by giving him space - and that was assuming he survived at all.

She inhales and makes a mad dash, hoping to get ahead while the others are distracted. Hoping that it would be enough.

If it weren't, however, she was prepared. Prepared to do the heinous, and prepared to come up with her defense. She needed not point her rifle; the bullets would always find their mark. While she couldn't be sure how the half-elf's ethos might interact with her own, it was her best bet at guaranteeing safety. The thought becomes a mantra as she dashes, muscles burning, heart racing.

[i]Chloe. Brainstem. [b]Freikugeln[/b]. Chloe. Brainstem. [b]Freikugeln[/b]. Chloe. Brainstem. [b]Freikugeln[/b]. Chloe. Brainstem. [b]Freikugeln[/b].[/i] That last word feels like a caged animal, bashing against iron bars, begging to come out, to be said. And indeed, the moment Hildegunde perceived any threat towards her - or Iraleth - she would utter it. Along with a few other choice words.