[Nyu bobbed her head a little, looking off speculatively into the fog-shrouded distance.
Some dark shapes stumbled around a rocky outcrop; two beaten-about Noir soldiers supporting a third. Only one seems to have a weapon; some kind of spear, which he's using more as a walking stick than a polearm.
She couldn't stop herself from making an inquisitive noise.]
Nyu?
[She claps her hands over her mouth, but it's too late; the sound's alerted the Noir soldiers, and they turn to face them with a shout.]
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Some dark shapes stumbled around a rocky outcrop; two beaten-about Noir soldiers supporting a third. Only one seems to have a weapon; some kind of spear, which he's using more as a walking stick than a polearm.
She couldn't stop herself from making an inquisitive noise.]
Nyu?
[She claps her hands over her mouth, but it's too late; the sound's alerted the Noir soldiers, and they turn to face them with a shout.]