Doce spun around, taking in her new surroundings as quickly as she could. She couldn't see her allies... or her enemies. On a nervous instinct, she activated her new armor's ability and escaped from view, taking refuge into the nearest building and pressing herself against a wall.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"In a fight or flight situation, you chose flight,"</span>she said to herself.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Shut up."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Instincts, Doce, Instincts. You're in battle now."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"But my instincts are to curl up in a ball,"</span>she complained.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Stupid mood swings."</span><br/><br/>She took a breath and ran her hands through her hair. Talking to herself... maybe it was a little bit crazy, but she saw it mostly as an intellectual advantage--a skill. Figure things out, and figure them out fast, then move on.<span style="font-style: italic">Time to move on.</span><br/><br/>Her cloaking skill used up too much mana; mana that she would need for her vectors, so she deactivated it. She stepped out into their urban arena and started traversing the paths between buildings.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Ah, precious isolation."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Focus on the battle."</span><br/><br/>Soon, she could hear the sounds of battle, but they weren't close and echoed among the empty streets, so she couldn't tell where they were coming from.<span style="font-style: italic">If I'm looking for a fight, I need to get their attention some how. They can come to me and I'll pounce.</span>With this idea, she strode up to a four story building and stabbed a vector through the wall. She proceeded to walk the perimeter until the thing collapsed.<span style="font-style: italic">Someone, anyone,</span>she thought, waving dust away from her face,<span style="font-style: italic">get over here before I lose my nerves.</span>