Adora isn't used to a lot of this. This is war like she's used to and also is used to. There's chaos and blood and explosions and fire, but it's also strange and haunting. More like some parts of the Whispering Woods than any actual combat. She's been weighed down with equipment and that's also way different from what she's used to, but she's dealing with it. The trail is rugged and jagged and she's mingling with most of the caravaneers, trying to get a better understanding of where they're going and what's going on. The answers are a little vague, although they definitely seem to appreciate the reinforcements that the small band of hires represent.
Their weapons are strange, too, but Adora can't really complain. She's used to a sword and magic. Not... this. Even so, she's making it work.
She turns to wave down one of her fellow newcomers with a frown, pointing back up the path, the way they're moving, "So, I think we should organize ourselves - what if we break the path for them? Deal with anything that gets in the way? That does leave the rest exposed, but I'm worried about trouble up front - if we stall too much we might get bogged down."
She's thinking real hard about this.
2. Charlie's in the Trees
Adora wasn't expecting cannons, honestly. She thought she'd left that behind. But here they are, getting bombed by some distant artillerymen (or not-so-distant; they're a hill or two forward). Adora flinches, half-crouched next to a rock as one of the shells explodes a dozen or so meters away. She cranes her neck, trying to find someone she can wave down.
"We should move up and take care of them-!"
She gestures, yelling to try and be heard over the dull thud of the exploding shells.
"If we don't, we're going to lose everyone! Are you with me?"
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Adora isn't used to a lot of this. This is war like she's used to and also is used to. There's chaos and blood and explosions and fire, but it's also strange and haunting. More like some parts of the Whispering Woods than any actual combat. She's been weighed down with equipment and that's also way different from what she's used to, but she's dealing with it. The trail is rugged and jagged and she's mingling with most of the caravaneers, trying to get a better understanding of where they're going and what's going on. The answers are a little vague, although they definitely seem to appreciate the reinforcements that the small band of hires represent.
Their weapons are strange, too, but Adora can't really complain. She's used to a sword and magic. Not... this. Even so, she's making it work.
She turns to wave down one of her fellow newcomers with a frown, pointing back up the path, the way they're moving, "So, I think we should organize ourselves - what if we break the path for them? Deal with anything that gets in the way? That does leave the rest exposed, but I'm worried about trouble up front - if we stall too much we might get bogged down."
She's thinking real hard about this.
2. Charlie's in the Trees
Adora wasn't expecting cannons, honestly. She thought she'd left that behind. But here they are, getting bombed by some distant artillerymen (or not-so-distant; they're a hill or two forward). Adora flinches, half-crouched next to a rock as one of the shells explodes a dozen or so meters away. She cranes her neck, trying to find someone she can wave down.
"We should move up and take care of them-!"
She gestures, yelling to try and be heard over the dull thud of the exploding shells.
"If we don't, we're going to lose everyone! Are you with me?"
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