[She hops up staggered rubble with relative ease and a determined sort of haste, scrambling to get atop half of what had once been a wall, or so she assumed. It gives a clearer view of the open area where most of the fighting's taking place and where she won't have as much risk of shooting through an ally who got in the way. The draftees seem to be holding their own, outnumbering the cultists, but there are still droids and no sign of a shifter. Did that mean there were two?]
Still no sign of what's controlling them, is there? [There was frustration in her voice as she shot off an arrow, then another, trying to pick off some of the cultists to give the draftees more of an advantage. She flicks a glance to where their pursuers had just appeared, waiting to see if they would keep tracking them or join the fighting in the square.] ...Do you think those robots can climb?
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Still no sign of what's controlling them, is there? [There was frustration in her voice as she shot off an arrow, then another, trying to pick off some of the cultists to give the draftees more of an advantage. She flicks a glance to where their pursuers had just appeared, waiting to see if they would keep tracking them or join the fighting in the square.] ...Do you think those robots can climb?