Alyx swore to herself. More swearing that she couldn't salvage the clothes than seeing Kira get turned to stone. She returned the sword back to a pendant and looked around. The room was empty, not a lot of help. Sighing, Alyx thundered down the hall, ready to reach for the pendant at a moment's notice. She had used quite a bit of power from the last couple of battles and didn't want to be caught either off guard or without any energy to draw on.