The kid’s voice was extremely weak, muffled by the sounds of screaming, burning and general chaos all around, yet it still rang clear as day in her head. The single word startled her. The kid called her name. Aristomache Grimm.
Ari for friends.
The kid was her friend.
Why can’t I remember anything else about him?! Who is he?! How do I know him?!
They finally spotted her. All their attention was focused on her. She was so close now. Ari raised her improvised shield higher, preparing to protect herself from their gunfire when she saw two soldiers split away from the group and start marching toward the barely conscious kid.
To her own surprise, she witnessed herself instinctively swing the large heavy mangled piece of steel around (what purpose did it serve before the crash? Was it a door?) and hurl it at the pair in an attempt to knock them off their feet.
Why why why did I just do that?! Left myself completely unprotected for the sake of some kid?! Who the heck is he?!
She put her metal arm in front of her face, hoping to at least protect her head and dashed towards the closest soldier.
She was about to attempt to rip his rifle from his grasp with her normal hand while punching him in the face with the metal one from the side without activating the last charge.
The time was running out, she couldn’t waste any time on fighting them, so she needed to act quickly. She needed to get to the water tank as soon as possible.