Things had been a mess. There were things everywhere, dark skinned monsters that made Mercedes' skin crawl with disgust. She'd flown high up in the skies, avoiding contact with any of them. She knew that she had to conserve bullets and energy. Phozons were scarce here and keeping alive was important - but wasn't she dead already?

But there was a part of her that wanted to protect, that needed to protect, so when the Fairy saw a man being beaten by one of those... things, she didn't hesitate to fire at the monster, crossbow cocked and firing continuously.