Oct 22, 2019
"Armilly was standing like a statue and seemed to be looking at a panel on the wall. There was some sort of box with an antenna attached to her back, on the spot she had clawed up that one time. She looked over at them. Her visor was down, even though she didn't look very on guard. She had her sword, out, sure, but she wasn't holding it up or anything.
She turned to face them. Every movement was too stiff, too calculated. Normally, she was always moving, even when she was standing in one spot. Seeing her so still was unnatural."