@fireteamknight ❝....❞ the voice is vaguely familiar--it was buried deep in the recesses of her dark mind. zada had been through a lot in the passed few years and she kept her guard up, but her strength known. the gun is dropped, but she is still on her guard. eyes honed in o her target, she steps around in front of him. footprints soft in the dirt--much like a feline. the knife still pressed against his throat--she is studying him. canus, her ghost, stayed on her shoulder. he studied the other guardian as well. [ zada, don’t ... ] he let out gently to her. [ remember, we are supposed to be HELPING one another, everyone has lost enough .. ] she removed the knife from his neck. ❝....❞ she is still silent and adjusted her helmet. her eyes scanned over him. where had she seen him before? she walked around him--almost like a lioness scanning her prey. eyes traveled up and down before she took a few steps back and away from him ( in front of him ) ❝you should ... get to the farm...❞
