Aqua stood at the top of the platform looking in the direction that her
companions had walked away. She had volunteered to stay behind and keep an
eye on their backs, and to make sure that the train was safe as well.
Seconds
turned to minutes. Minutes turned to agonizing minutes. But, like the
good dragon she was she would wait until she heard word from her friends.
She was leaning up against a pillar, clenching her fist while waiting
for any word.
She tilted her head to listen when she heard the
faint sound of marching; she turned to the direction it was coming
from. And she spotted row after row after row of sentry bots
marching towards her. She cracked a smile and clenched her
fist.
"Showtime," she whispered, and she strolled out to greet them.
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