Ceremony, it was always ceremony; while the Hellknights were reknown for their Discipline and unwavering resolve as well as their dutiful nature; Armigers tended to be worn out by droning ceremony.  As a result the only thing that'd kept Mila alert during the events before the invasion was that discipline; and a desire to not look like a fool in front of her commanding officer and possibly shame the contingent of Godsclaw Hellknights that were in attendance.  When the Balor attacked, the Hellknights that'd been closest tried to offer the dragon aid in the form of long range attack using crossbows or spells; particularly the Signifiers.  Lower ranking members like Mila were scrambling to try and help those that could not fight out of the immediate area.<br/><br/>She had been amongst those trying to get civilians out of the plaza, not because she particularly CARED abou them; but because it was part of their duty to act in accordance with a strange mix of divine influences.  In that case it'd been Iomedae's influence; or so she'd thought.  Just before she fell, Mila had noticed a crack start run betwee her feet and shoved two other armigers away from her before the fall. The last thing she remembered seeing was the dragon pointing a claw at her.<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>"Ngh... " Mila groaned as she came to, pushing herself up to her knees and looked around, the others may feel a strange sensation in their minds from the girl.  Mila was attempting to reconnect her Collective with other Hellknights; her mind seeking out the two other Armigers; halfheartedly hoping that they survived.  When she didn't pick them up she'd look around with creepy glowing orange-red eyes that looked demonic in nature.   When the sunrod was struck she shouted at the sudden intrusion as her eyes were sensitive; they'd quickly revert back to humanoid once the light was there to stay.<br/><br/>The overall pains and aches in her body were a good reminder of the event but that fall was still rough even if she'd landed softly.  For a moment, the thin dragon-like tail uncoiled from around her hips and thighs and swished through the air as she flexed, stretching herself as she got to her feet.    It also seemed like despite a few broken or lost arrows, Mila's equipment was pretty much in one piece too; good.<br/><br/>Brushing her long blonde hair behind her; Mila straightened herself up and looked over the other survivors then to the bodies that did not survive all around them. They would be mourning later; but right now they had to get back to the surface. "Who's still alive in this pit?" she asked; speaking clear Common but with faint Ulfen accent to it.  Naturally though she'd still go and check on the others.  To look upon her was to see a vision of demonically tainted beauty, but with burning orange-reddish eyes that seethed a mix of outrage and resolve.  If anyone looked at her in darkvision though; they'd see her eyes were slitted like a cat's.