[PQ] let go of the anchors

Sohalia

The last time Sohalia had ended up in Halo to help fight the Void, she’d almost died. You’d think she’d have learned her lesson the first time, and yet, here she was, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest, ready to face her fears and attempt the same thing yet again.

She’d showed up dressed for a hunt in the tundra (which, in her opinion, was frigid even in springtime): fur-lined pants; comfortable and functional boots; a parka that wasn’t quite enough to cut the wind chill to zero, but that wasn’t so bulky that it would get in her way in a fight. Her hair was tied back out of her face, and she grasped her glaive in one hand as she joined the others at the appointed meeting place. She wasn’t sure yet if it would be better to shift or to stay human, but she was prepared either way.

She offered Deimos a smile that might have been a little sheepish. ”Hi, Deimos. I hope you don’t mind my joining.” She hadn’t been particularly impressive in the Sword’s eyes in the past, but she was willing to put in the work if he would have her. Honestly, she half expected him to send her packing. Last time she’d seen him, she’d been half dead, after all - not the look one would expect from a monster hunter.