As if chastising her for her language, the building overburdened by railgun bullets and arrows the size of human arms decides it is a good time to collapse. The following seconds are an indecipherable confusion of sound and dust, and the only thing Maria can make out of the whole mess is the arrows disappearing for some reason and a lurching pull that takes control of her body.

Three levels of brick and metal pour down on the corner of Errázuriz and Almirante Señoret, but Maria finds herself held on somebody’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Um, are you a healer—”

Then the newcomer jerks her arms, and there are suddenly half a dozen arrows on the street.

Day 1 Evening 04 - First Engagement at Errázuriz Avenue (VS Rider)