It's hard to put a finger on exactly what it is, but as soon as her (impractically shod in her low wedge heels from home) feet are on the ground, Stacia...changes. It's almost as if their temporary freedom from the rig has wrapped her in a cloak of cool, calm power. It's also much harder to keep track of her. She doesn't vanish, a headcount turns up the same number of people, but Stacia herself is hard to spot. She blends in with the crowd, unless she separates herself from it, to scout ahead or to one side or the other. Anyone who wants her would do best to call to her and brace themselves for her to pop up at their elbow.
b, c, d
For all that they all know she turns into an enormous wolf-monster with claws and teeth at will, the moment they come under attack, Stacia runs. But it's not from fear; she'd declined Jorgmund's body armor in favor of additional guns and ammo. They'd even given her a sniper rifle.
Stacia shoots with the methodical precision of a professional who's used to firing into melee battles. Their enemies aren't human and don't go down with one shot, but she's used to that too. Plus, her additional vantage point allow her to provide information to the other members of the Rig Crew.
"Hey!" she calls down into the fight, once she's cleared some space, "I could use another pair of eyes up here!"
a When the massive demonic forest creatures show up, Stacia bares her teeth and lets out a growl that sounds far deeper than something that could come from her chest. It's not the Wyrm, it can't be the Wyrm, but it looks similar enough that she feels her Rage bubbling to the surface.
And the corrupted animals seem to notice. She can't settle in one place to snipe them, because they're drawn to her like a magnet. She thrusts one of her guns into the hands of another member of the rig crew.
"Guess I'm bait," she says. "Try not to hit me."
And then she shifts into her eight-and-a-half-foot wolf-monster form and roars.
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It's hard to put a finger on exactly what it is, but as soon as her (impractically shod in her low wedge heels from home) feet are on the ground, Stacia...changes. It's almost as if their temporary freedom from the rig has wrapped her in a cloak of cool, calm power. It's also much harder to keep track of her. She doesn't vanish, a headcount turns up the same number of people, but Stacia herself is hard to spot. She blends in with the crowd, unless she separates herself from it, to scout ahead or to one side or the other. Anyone who wants her would do best to call to her and brace themselves for her to pop up at their elbow.
b, c, d
For all that they all know she turns into an enormous wolf-monster with claws and teeth at will, the moment they come under attack, Stacia runs. But it's not from fear; she'd declined Jorgmund's body armor in favor of additional guns and ammo. They'd even given her a sniper rifle.
Stacia shoots with the methodical precision of a professional who's used to firing into melee battles. Their enemies aren't human and don't go down with one shot, but she's used to that too. Plus, her additional vantage point allow her to provide information to the other members of the Rig Crew.
"Hey!" she calls down into the fight, once she's cleared some space, "I could use another pair of eyes up here!"
a
When the massive demonic forest creatures show up, Stacia bares her teeth and lets out a growl that sounds far deeper than something that could come from her chest. It's not the Wyrm, it can't be the Wyrm, but it looks similar enough that she feels her Rage bubbling to the surface.
And the corrupted animals seem to notice. She can't settle in one place to snipe them, because they're drawn to her like a magnet. She thrusts one of her guns into the hands of another member of the rig crew.
"Guess I'm bait," she says. "Try not to hit me."
And then she shifts into her eight-and-a-half-foot wolf-monster form and roars.