Elly realizes where she is almost immediately, not because of what she sees, but who. Eyes burning brighter than the funeral pyres he's set fit to create, her heart immediately sinks like a ball of lead. Watching him dance over the battlefield with a strange, unhinged and primal grace, her eyes scan over the carnage he's already waged upon the unsuspecting souls that could not get away.

These gears... Were they from Kislev? Aveh? She can't tell from the manged piles of metal that were once fully operational machines, now graves of steel and hellfire for whatever pilots thought they could defy him. They were his playthings, a minor inconvenience thrown away like a bored child might with an old toy. Mechanical legs plucked from their bodies, arms strewn across the battlefield, it very much looked like a child playing. A child playing with mechanical toys and human lives, under close supervision by a masked caregiver. Grahf. More fuel to add to this fire burning out of control.

It sends a shiver down her spine, because while this isn't the first time that she's encountered Id... it's the first time she has, knowing who he truly was, and the broader implications. That he should not be here is enough to give her pause, and it makes Elly swallow down hard at what that might mean. Was Fei still in there, or had they lost him completely this time?

No, don't think like that. She got through to him once, and she would do it again.

Her eyes flicking to the man beside her, Elly's gaze stays there for a moment, sketching over his face. He looks familiar, almost like she should know him... but no, that isn't important now.

"Of course," She answers, without any trace of hesitation. Her sights set on Id, matching intensity for intensity, she pulls her rod out of its holster with one swift, fluid flick of her wrist.

"He saved me, so it's time for me to return the favor."