Except, upon stepping out from the awning, she remained relatively bone dry.
Patting her dry as can be Beret and glancing at the drops splashing onto her combat boots, Specter Ace curiously looked up at her newfound umbrella. The mighty wing of General Luna herself!
“A light drizzle, they said!” Luna chuckled, pushing her soaked bangs out of her eyes with a caring smile on her face. “Well, I am no tyrant. If my Elite Guard’s must face Tartarus or High Water, then they at least must have the pleasure of doing so in the shade.”
Specter Ace struggled to find the words to express her admiration for General Luna’s self-less sacrifice. So, she figured a chirpy thumbs up would suffice! This was going to be an easy patrol after all!-