[ Thanks to the combined effect of their spells, the dragon toddles around almost drunkenly, wobbling on its feet and blowing out weak puffs of smoke in seemingly random directions. Their Personas do a good job of distracting it too, giving Ann enough time to cast her gaze towards the village, searching for any more stragglers.
The child's cries have slowed down a little—it (he? it's hard to tell) latches onto Ann's catsuit with little iron fists. It's surprising that there's any extra fabric for him to hang onto. ]
I don't think so. Come on.
[ She reaches for Akira, tugging a little on his sleeve before she turns and jets for the forest. ]
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The child's cries have slowed down a little—it (he? it's hard to tell) latches onto Ann's catsuit with little iron fists. It's surprising that there's any extra fabric for him to hang onto. ]
I don't think so. Come on.
[ She reaches for Akira, tugging a little on his sleeve before she turns and jets for the forest. ]