#untitled ereloy wip

[theyloydespitethenora]

nothing like AO3 being down to get me back in my wips

“Hey, Aloy,” Erend's voice rumbled in her chest as he called her on the Focus. “I found more of those Prometheus guys holed up in an abandoned rebel camp.”

“What? I thought we got them all.”

“So did I, but I’ve been tracking Oseram movements in and out of the West and I am sure of it.”

“No, I believe you, I just…” Aloy sighed. “Where are you now?”

“Forty paces behind these fools, following them back to their camp.”

Aloy groaned. “Just, be careful, okay? Lay low and I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.”

“You got it,” he agreed.

As Aloy approached that night, even from a distance she could see that something wasn’t right. A fight had broken out, and she could see the distinctive crackle of electricity from Erend’s hammer swings.

“Shit,” she hissed. She picked up speed, breaking into a run before sliding into a patch of tall grass on the outskirts of the camp. Scanning her Focus, she wanted to get a count of enemy targets, assess areas of weakness, and take stock of potential environmental features to use for her attack, but she didn’t have time for any of that.

Cursing under her breath about the Oseram in the thick of the fight, she lunged out of the grass to join him.

“Just in time!” he shouted in greeting as they went back-to-back.

“What happened to laying low?” she scolded, slicing her spear through the armor of the closest attacker.