[One tug on her arm was all Bulma needed to get the message; now she's running, avoiding the scattered debris as best she can. Aside from her trainers she really isn't dressed for this sort of thing.]
Oh, what now!? [she gasps in response to all the shouting Mutsu is doing behind her. She slows, risking a glance back over her shoulder, heart in her throat and pulse pounding in her ears. Oh no. That thing might be slow, but it's steady, and they really don't have time for this!
Wait, what. He wants her to find them a place to hide? Her eyes flick to Hawke in her armor, to Mutsu supporting Athena, and she sets her jaw with a short nod.
Right. Okay. If it's up to her, then... she turns and takes off running again, the gun a reassuring weight in her hand.]
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Oh, what now!? [she gasps in response to all the shouting Mutsu is doing behind her. She slows, risking a glance back over her shoulder, heart in her throat and pulse pounding in her ears. Oh no. That thing might be slow, but it's steady, and they really don't have time for this!
Wait, what. He wants her to find them a place to hide? Her eyes flick to Hawke in her armor, to Mutsu supporting Athena, and she sets her jaw with a short nod.
Right. Okay. If it's up to her, then... she turns and takes off running again, the gun a reassuring weight in her hand.]