[The communicator is bumped on with an audible clatter as the pocket of her jacket is slammed roughly into a wall, and the sound of something metal can be heard falling to the ground with a clatter.]

Ouch... It's so cool and ░░░░░░░m the fog. My fingers are starting to get sore from c░░░░░░░░ ░░░ sword all this time.

[She takes a breath, letting out a deep sigh.] How can it be this hard...? ░░░░░░░ is only a block away, and I swore that I would ░░░░░░ for them.

...

Better hurry.


[After a moment, she leans down to pick up the fallen weapon with a grunt, and then proceeds to simply keep on walking forward through the dense fog.]

[[ooc Not as planned.]]