They’d known it was coming, of course; it was rather hard to ignore giant cocoons crashing into the city, combined with the uplifting message broadcasted to them all. You have your powers. Fight back.
She and Anders had both been in his apartment, and Wardens knew the advantage of grabbing sleep whenever possible. They’d crashed in his room for as long as they could before the fighting started and then took to the streets to rendezvous with others outside Daylen’s home.
Anders knows the way there, and Bethany has been following while clearing a path through the waves of drones that seek to take them down. Not unlike a mindless horde of Darkspawn, but far less intimidating.
“Oh, fuck off,” she mutters, using her newly-restored heirloom staff to cast Apocalyptic Firestorm. Fire slams down into the drones in her way and she catches up to Anders as they run through Sector 4.
“Are we close?” she yells over the din, even as she has to slam her staff into the skull of some forsaken wolf-like creature.
