Rogue

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Tracker let her swords dematerialise again, letting the blood splash to the ground in a similar fashion to how she dealt with NightRaider's mess. Weak... These units were made with the specific intention of handling circumstances like the one that had been developing for the past few days, how could they be so poorly trained? Hell, if this was the best they got, they'd need to send in another SOG to handle little old 212. However, the agent was progressively looking worse for wear. Her skin had paled considerably, her eyes seemingly failed to take in anything they were gliding over. And her energy weapons, most noticeably her blades, grew and faded in strength at a rate considering to be impossible for any normal Athuriel. And her hoodie, the mass pool of blood had stopped spreading but had left a dark brown stain over most of the center, and yet. There was no damage to her hoodie. None at all, aside from the shot holes from the Sokai and standard shoulders, each one only had a small amount of blood around it.

Her body limped and dragged a few steps before vanishing, only for her to reappear again down by the base she had previously raided. Only this was far outside the normal range capable of the special operatives, this normally would've shattered the girl's energy but instead, she just kept limply walking. Heading for the direction she knew the command point was. Her eyes practically making the APCs which were parked miles away glow. Well, there was on point walking... Her body then seemed to force itself into a run, dragging itself before rapidly jumping forward.