Ebio nodded, "To the base it is then."<br/>She gathered herself up, taking care to tighten her belt and secure her weapons before turning back towards base and jogging towards it.<br/>She made it back to base, companions left to either move at her pace or return on their own.<br/>Her fingers were itching for battle, and the odd afinity for rock and concrete had subsided, but as she entered the gates she brought out the charcoal remnants of wood. Lately she'd felt warmer than usual, as if she were running a fever, but otherwise felt fine. As fine as one could get when her very being was always in some state of change.<br/>"Etzali." she called, "tell me, when does the fun begin?"