[ something in her loosens at his own blatant display of grief, the heady tide of her own emotions feeling a little more in reach, a little less vast and impossible when he cries. She starts to change a direction, take a step toward him --
But, as the sirens get louder and closer, Pyrrha lifts her gaze past him, sensing the incongruity in the scene before she really sees it.
Left, right, her head moves in infinitesimal gestures before - ah, there. Although the sales massage bot is well and truly downed, a faint red light blinks off of it. If Pyrrha had to guess, she'd identify it as the active light of a tracking beacon. The fact that the sirens are getting closer and more cloying in their unforgiving loudness is enough of a confirmation for her to act. ]
We have to go.
[ Quickly, she scoops up Crocea Mors and thrusts the shield and sword toward Jaune for him to equip. Actually, she had tried to do it with her semblance first, but the sword had barely twitched off the ground and her fingers had trembled exhaustively with the effort. It seems her aura has no intention of refilling its depleted stores for the time being.
As soon as she's sure he's on the same page, Pyrrha starts to run toward the nearest building. Good thing, too - the hot headlights and bellowing siren of a police vehicle had been just around the corner. ]
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But, as the sirens get louder and closer, Pyrrha lifts her gaze past him, sensing the incongruity in the scene before she really sees it.
Left, right, her head moves in infinitesimal gestures before - ah, there. Although the sales massage bot is well and truly downed, a faint red light blinks off of it. If Pyrrha had to guess, she'd identify it as the active light of a tracking beacon. The fact that the sirens are getting closer and more cloying in their unforgiving loudness is enough of a confirmation for her to act. ]
We have to go.
[ Quickly, she scoops up Crocea Mors and thrusts the shield and sword toward Jaune for him to equip. Actually, she had tried to do it with her semblance first, but the sword had barely twitched off the ground and her fingers had trembled exhaustively with the effort. It seems her aura has no intention of refilling its depleted stores for the time being.
As soon as she's sure he's on the same page, Pyrrha starts to run toward the nearest building. Good thing, too - the hot headlights and bellowing siren of a police vehicle had been just around the corner. ]