As she attempted to observe to plan out her next move, a thunderous explosion rocked the battlefield, and the shockwave hit her on the back. As her body went forward, her head was snapped up, and wacked against a particularly jutting section of the wall. Rae's hat was interposed between, but the blow was still hard enough to momentarily dizzy her, as the force of the blast sent them to their hands and knees in the muck. A moment later, a deluge of toxic rain rattled and splattered against the carousal, drops hissing where they landed.
Nemo, still dizzy, had to take another few moments to orient herself. Rae, meanwhile, was still not in top shape herself. With a mighty wriggling shudder, she squeezed as much of the goop out of her threads as she could. The sounds of further battle sounded around them, cutting through the ringing in Nemo's ears, from both the heavy blast, and the staccato striking of the acid rain reverberating through the carousal.
With a huff, Nemo forced herself to her feet, steadying against the jagged wall of their crumpled cover. A haze of acrid goo-gas wafted around them, thankfully sparing their little pocket of space. Not wanting to risk breathing anything more in than necessary, Nemo waited to let the air clear itself, the splatter-mist settling on the ground quickly. Rae, meanwhile, lifted her hat off Nemo's head, and peaked around the corner with it.
"Well... huh... things are looking up," Rae mused. "They got some of the goo-guys fightin' each other... Krys and Kinu are lookin' kinda rough, but hangin' in there... I think the robot is in some kinda swarm mode... oh, hey, Jane's back! Oh, shit, they just took out the Commander!"
"Wonderful," said Nemo, flatly sardonic. "I hope this was actually the right choice, because otherwise, we just wasted a bunch of lawmen on an errant whim."
"WE COULD HAVE GONE AROUND!" Rae said pointedly, flapping her shawl once in a huffy manner.
"I know," said Nemo. She took a breath. "Let me know when we're clear. If the threats are under control, I should have enough power left to lend some healing."
Rae paused, then flopped her hat onto Nemo's head rather forcefully. "Bunny, I love you and I'll wade through Hell with you, but let's look at our damn priorities for a second. A bunch of weirdos who don't even know what they're doing here, getting wrapped up in fights they could have just avoided. Every corner we turn, there's some new threat, some new non-sequitur scenario. And this wasn't like the hounds, rescuing someone from getting eaten by monsters, this was a stand off we just butted right into, and we still don't know who was in the right!"
"It's a Wayfarer's duty to help," said Nemo. "But I'll grant it isn't clear who we're really helping. I should have tried to parlay. I should have--"
"We're not Wayfarers out here!" said Rae. "We're just a couple of lost tourists who took a wrong turn out of the airport, and instead of the resort hotel, we ended up in the ghetto! Our only clue is some nebulous compulsion to head for that tree, and there's no telling what's awaiting us at the end! And need I remind you, we're running on fumes! You burn up any more Mana, and I won't even be able to help you!"
Nemo all but glowered at the muck, weighing her options. This was a mistake. They should never have stepped through that portal. But did they even have a choice? Had they really done it of their own free will, or was it all just the whims of the Author, nudging their decisions along? She couldn't feel his influence now, but was she actually free of him, even here? Was she really beyond him, in this realm of multi-canon mayhem, or was this place merely putting a veil over her intuition?
She glanced around the corner, watching the events unfold, this ragtag group of lost souls recollecting themselves together for one more push to the finish. She had a sense of the bonds forging between them, happenstance slipping tenuous threads of fate around them. Would those threads weave into strong braids of companionship? Or would they unravel before they could even be secured? There was no telling. But one thing she did sense was that she wasn't bound by those same threads. Being the outsider looking in was not an unfamiliar feeling, but in this moment, it was telling to her. She was out of her depth here. They all had more going on, they all had some sense of purpose, some drive, that the strange forces here could tap into, and motivate them.
But what was she? She was just... here. A passenger along for the ride. A drifter. A runaway already missing home. She'd already met her goal, "escaping" the Scribed Lands, the moment she stepped through that portal. And she hadn't had much time since to really think about what to do after that. She'd chosen quite the sub-optimal rabbit hole to follow.
Rae flopped her hat on her head again. "Well, bunny? You listening to me, or is all the poo-gas still addling your big brain?"
Nemo scowled and let out a little sigh. Whatever else she was doing here, she had her principles. She had enough magic left to help finish the fight. Whether that was firing off a final shot, or, preferably, do some healing, she would at least see this fight through, and see the group on their way. After that, she was going to find her own path through this hell zone. Not every rag-tag band of adventurers brought together by happenstance was destined to become some legendary hero team. Especially not here, with an infinity of stories in conflict.
"We'll help them through this situation," said Nemo. "Afterwards, we'll found our own way."
"Alright," said Rae, sounding relieved. "Sounds good." Rae gave her mistress a soft squeeze around the torso, as Nemo wrapped an arm around her chest, a quick "hug" between the two, as they got ready to move.