[ The second the young woman is out of the way, the Operator follows up their first offensive with a volley of smaller light bursts, flashes that crackle and strobe to further disorient and frighten the woman's once-assailants. The Operator doesn't know if it will be enough to dissuade them from further pursuit—and they don't intend to stick around and find out. They turn to flee as well, catching up with the stranger they'd saved. ]
Go, [ the Operator says, panting—this child-like form tires so much more easily than a Warframe's. They jerk their head to indicate a direction. ] There's a grove of trees not too far from here. You can lose them there.
[ 'You,' not 'we.' The Operator doesn't expect to follow, at least not all the way. How can they when their eyes and skin pulse with uncanny light, a veritable beacon in this dark landscape? They are not a traveling companion to be desired when one is trying to move unnoticed. ]
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Go, [ the Operator says, panting—this child-like form tires so much more easily than a Warframe's. They jerk their head to indicate a direction. ] There's a grove of trees not too far from here. You can lose them there.
[ 'You,' not 'we.' The Operator doesn't expect to follow, at least not all the way. How can they when their eyes and skin pulse with uncanny light, a veritable beacon in this dark landscape? They are not a traveling companion to be desired when one is trying to move unnoticed. ]