Ridley/Juliette/Perdita/Mag
The dejà-vu settled like a lead weight in Mag's gut. Upon seeing the SOS messages on the network, she put on her armor as fast as she could and dashed out of the house, spear and shotgun strapped to her back.
Outside, it was just like the Tenements back in the summer. The city was in chaos; people were running down the streets, to safety or, at least, away from the obvious danger. No Mist impeded their visibility, but Mag couldn't quite bring herself to be glad for it. It meant she could see the behemoth tear down whole buildings and raze a path through the city with perfect clarity.
As she had months ago, she began to run toward the trouble rather than away from it. The Mages' Tower seemed to be where assistance would be most needed, and so she headed in that direction. Everywhere she went, she only saw people screaming and running; the chaos underlined how crucial it was to make haste.
One scream, high-pitched and closer than the others, made Mag stop. It echoed like a bad omen, and Mag started running toward the source, the behemoth forgotten for the time being. She turned a corner, and saw Perdita and another girl she didn't recognize—another scholar, perhaps—and on the ground—
"Juliette!"
Mag spotted the flan then; she unholstered her shotgun and fired off two shots into the one closest to the girls, making it recoil but not felling it. She stood in front of the girls, determined not to let any more harm come to them.
"Perdita, you and your friend stay behind me," she told them. The other flan made a move to get around Mag's guard and attack Juliette again, but another shot pushed it back. One bullet left before reload; Mag holstered the gun and took the spear in her hands, ready to defend.
"Your opponent is me," she snapped at the flan, and slashed down.