[ She's a soldier, first and foremost. Even when their numbers dwindled down to a dozen, their odds officially hopeless, none of them stopped fighting ( got a little drastic about it, too; paid dearly for a shot at slightly better odds ). Her actions are informed by little rules and established protocols that she's followed for so long that it may as well be instinct at this point: from never traveling alone to never turning away from a cry for help. There's no alternative for her. Walking away isn't an option she'd consider, let alone think of.
( So — yeah. A hero type, through and through. )
Lucina matches his pace. The formation's familiar, even if he's not — she doesn't know him well enough to find his presence comforting, but it doesn't change the fact that an ally isn't something to be taken for granted. Her back is safer than before. So is his.
The direction he's pointed to is an alley way, a building away from the corner of a block. Whatever faint light they've managed with whatever moon in the sky doesn't reach there; she narrows her eyes and gets a whole lot of nothing. A little bit of tension adds to her posture, if he's looking for it, as if she's preparing herself for something. ]
Can you fight? [ She's pretty sure he can, given the way he moves. Takes one to know one, et cetera. Still, it probably doesn't hurt to check; but she's not stopping to ask the question, either. Straight into the darkness, unless he has any plans to stop her. ]
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( So — yeah. A hero type, through and through. )
Lucina matches his pace. The formation's familiar, even if he's not — she doesn't know him well enough to find his presence comforting, but it doesn't change the fact that an ally isn't something to be taken for granted. Her back is safer than before. So is his.
The direction he's pointed to is an alley way, a building away from the corner of a block. Whatever faint light they've managed with whatever moon in the sky doesn't reach there; she narrows her eyes and gets a whole lot of nothing. A little bit of tension adds to her posture, if he's looking for it, as if she's preparing herself for something. ]
Can you fight? [ She's pretty sure he can, given the way he moves. Takes one to know one, et cetera. Still, it probably doesn't hurt to check; but she's not stopping to ask the question, either. Straight into the darkness, unless he has any plans to stop her. ]