Fighting 40 Emergent foes with a weaker and lesser force seemed like a recipe for disaster, but nothing had gone south yet
Salome had taken a few blows and a few more of her quills had been rendered useless, but that was the worst of it.
Before she could jinx it further, Salome thought to herself:
'It's about time for something to go wrong…'
Salome was beginning another loop after picking off a few more when she noticed five of the Ashen Vilkas, the Emergent Monsters, peeling away from the mob, heading further in.
'Shit… there it is.'
Salome wished she could follow, but that would only make matters worse if she led the main group of invaders to everyone else. She saw it best to trust her allies and focus on distracting this force.
'Reaper, you better make up for your mistakes.'
As if he'd heard her, a mini Mias corporealized and spoke from her shoulder:
"I'll handle it."
