Ecaterina was having what in her mind could be called a no good very bad day. Even after she'd been given the pill containing the knowledge in a moment all too matrixy for her to feel comfortable she'd only been left with more questions and they hadn't had time to waste. Before she could even protest or put her foot down further, she was being pushed into a copter and they were flying somewhere with Meera.
When they'd pushed her to go flying down towards the whitehouse, Ecaterina had decided that no matter what happened at this point, she hated each and every single person who was doing this to her. And she was going to find someway somehow to make them pay for it even if it meant getting her hands dirty. This feeling of intense hatred was present upon her face as the undead monstrosity separated her from Marut, the only one who she felt any kinship to and ok, having an undead giant threatening your life also had her a bit irritated.
It was as if there were some God-like story telling figure that was both uncaring and uninterested in her pulling all the strings to continue some mad dash towards some madder conclusion. Well, Ecaterina wasn't happy to be fate's pawn in all this. She glanced at the separate islands and the beast and made the split second decision that clearly the safest place to be was on the undead monster and with that in mind the gypsy girl took a running start and lunged off her island to land on the undead creature's rather formidable leg where she hung on for dear life. Why in the hell had they done this to her? She wasn't trained in magic? She didn't even know what to do with anything more frightening than a knife mugger. And now she was gripping onto the upper thigh of some large zombie monster.
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