"I don't know. I guess? My priorities were more along the lines of 'make them stop attacking you.'" Remilia glanced back at the one nearby, before startling as something flashed once in the distance. Her wings nervously unfurled and furled.

"And as long as it doesn't move, my priorities are elsewhere. Come along." She hurried passed her sister, gently grabbing Flandre's wrist and pretending that she wasn't trekking barefoot through cold mud.