A notification pinged across her vision, strings of errors involving her power core and of some kind of energy leak again. But, again, she ignored them. As alarms sounded from inside the city ahead, it added to the cacophony that already blared away within her, warning her of her energy levels draining and fast. The ETA on complete shut-down couldn't decide on how much time she had left, the numbers recalculating up and down so quickly that she couldn't read them. But she kept moving.

If the Hunters could push themselves against steadily-stacking odds, then so could she.

Drawing her rapier, she decided her best bet was heading for the city. They had lights, electricity, and she hoped she'd be able to find the answers she sought. Why she drew her rapier? Targeting reticules signaled her to incoming foes: Large, malevolent insects.

A whoooole lot of them.