[ that might be a look of approval towards that stall destroying in between her slicing and casting and angrily gritting her teeth as the FIRE!! of her RAGE!! physically manifests itself as a couple of well-aimed fire balls. milla's got one of their metallic enemy writhing underneath her feet when hiro finishes freeing himself and rushes in front of her, and her only form of acknowledgement is a blink, then a nod, as she stabs her sword through the tentacle. another glyph, another small burst of energy as she backs away, leaving the annoying thing as scraps on the ground.
pleasant image.
either way, milla definitely doesn't need to be told to leave twice. she runs in the opposite direction the attendant ran in, a glance over her shoulder to ensure that hiro and his not-currently-a-robot-marshmallow friend are following (hopefully the last remaining wires don't decide to tag along). and then: ]
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pleasant image.
either way, milla definitely doesn't need to be told to leave twice. she runs in the opposite direction the attendant ran in, a glance over her shoulder to ensure that hiro and his not-currently-a-robot-marshmallow friend are following (hopefully the last remaining wires don't decide to tag along). and then: ]
So, having fun?
[ just slightly sarcastic. ]