As the clamor of battle echoed through the grand halls of Gabriel's villa as Erik kept killing the guards, Rebecca faced down five guards, their swords drawn and gleaming.
Her decision to stay behind and confront the threat had been instinctive.
She didn't know if she would be strong enough to stop these guys, but she had to try.
The fights throughout the mission hadn't been simple for her, as she was weaker than her comrades.
Though determination surged through her after seeing what Erik did.
It gave her hope that one day, she could reach the same heights, but to do that, she needed experience.
Though she knew that carrying out this mission was outside the scope of her abilities.
As the guards closed in, she grasped the severity of the predicament into which she had thrown herself into.
With a deep breath, she called upon her power, feeling the familiar heat spread through her veins as her form shifted.