From the Ashes

[Miranda Frost]

"I would hardly call myself a scavenger, Mr. Gildarts", a voice would reply mildly nearby the two wounded warriors. Behind a rock the tall, cybernetic prosthetic woman rounded, as wounded as these two were. In her steel claws she dragged the corpse of a bandit, who had hoped to capitalize on the chaos the burning dragon brought. She stepped closer, looking them over. Her head was still light, and with that her memory had nearly failed her. In either case, it took her a few moments to realize that these two were survivors of Alpha Team. She sighed and dropped the criminal into the packed down ash, moving to assist the two before her.

 She had abandoned her coat during the skirmish with Volvagia's brood, revealing the full mechanics of her steel skeletal arms and legs. She had yet to cover the extent of her injuries, fully revealing the gaping hole in her stomach under her barely wearable, blood-stained shirt. Crimson caked over her face  as her organic eye had been taken from her. Blood loss was a bitch, but she had her cybernetics and iron will to thank considering she was still standing. Behind her scratched mask she smiled, reaching down for Gildarts first. She slipped one of his arms around her shoulders, allowing him to stand much more efficiently. 

 "Nealaphh and the others are wrapping up the battle down below", she stated in a cool manner as she reached down for Mr. Fair. Memory was starting to slowly return to her. No. Only her memories of that man were coming back to her. In this place, it was good to have someone she could call "Friend". She exhaled and lifted Fair to his feet and began to walk down to battle below. Surprisingly enough, the second wave of Nealaphh's forces were starting to overcome the great dragon, though at a terrible cost to those who could not escape the village. The Gorons who did would never look upon them the same way again. At least they could rebuild and expand much easier without that damned dragon breathing down upon them.

 "From what I've seen, they are doing quite well. My only regret... is that I am not in the shape to join in", She sighed, focusing hard on her balance now that the path started to steepen. It would do them no good if her hold upon them slipped. Though she was sure they'd laugh about it later. This place was too dark and grim. Something needed to liven this place up.