In the Deep Underground, nobody worked together. Nobody was supposed to work together. They were trained to be self-sufficient, so that's what Lily became. Still, she would try to save whoever she could that was lagging behind, though her success depended solely on her state of mind. Was she Lily, or was she so far gone she could hardly tell friend from foe?
But Master Oogway taught her to control her inner demons. She can ignore its whispers and think for herself.
She sees that chipmunk charge towards Geralt, and she springs into action, leaping up to swing her club at the chipmunk's head. The sickening crack! as the chipmunk falls is all she needs to tell that this thing is done for. She checks its cheeks and fannypack for passengers (none!), then turns to take on the next chipmunk.
... These things have pretty flimsy bones, but that skull was hard enough to crack her weapon in half. Shit. Lily looks around frantically, but there's nothing close to her.
Ben is nearby, though, and it looks like he's close to a ton of potential weapons.
"Ben!" she shouts over the cacophony. "Throw me something! Anything!"
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But Master Oogway taught her to control her inner demons. She can ignore its whispers and think for herself.
She sees that chipmunk charge towards Geralt, and she springs into action, leaping up to swing her club at the chipmunk's head. The sickening crack! as the chipmunk falls is all she needs to tell that this thing is done for. She checks its cheeks and fannypack for passengers (none!), then turns to take on the next chipmunk.
... These things have pretty flimsy bones, but that skull was hard enough to crack her weapon in half. Shit. Lily looks around frantically, but there's nothing close to her.
Ben is nearby, though, and it looks like he's close to a ton of potential weapons.
"Ben!" she shouts over the cacophony. "Throw me something! Anything!"