Ayame watched the barrier buckle with her eyes fixed on the lines of light tearing themselves apart under sustained fire.
Blossom had finally stopped shaking, pressed close to Quinlan, enjoying his hand resting steady in her hair. Ayame stepped closer and set a firm hand on the dogkin's shoulder for good measure, because the oriental beauty understood what her friend was going through.
Blossom might've played a bit into it to get the proper pampering she wanted, but her pain was very real. Dwarven siege technology was simply brutal.
"This is unbelievable," Ayame muttered under her breath. "It dwarfs my clan's firepower. And I used to be so proud of what we had."
A few heads turned.
Vex blinked once. Aurora glanced between Ayame and the dwarven batteries thundering next to them. There was a pause, wondering if she intended to make a pun, then a collective decision not to comment.
