"S-Suicide approach!?" Elsa cried.
Marie started bawling and rubbing her eyes with her palms.
"Yes… Its mindset seemed to say that it would take its [real] enemy with it if it were dying." She explained.
"Real… do you mean our group?" Elsa asked with trembling eyes.
"Yes…." Marie whispered.
Elsa hugged the young woman and pulled her red hair from her eyes.
"It… No one attacked its legs since they were already crippled, and we couldn't land lethal strikes by attacking them.
That included us after our initial attacks." Marie continued.
"As a result, almost two hours had passed between the legs being injured and the point…."
Elsa hugged Marie again.
"It's okay to tell me, sweetheart." She whispered.
Her arms were wiped off but still covered with blood.
However, Marie could care less, and she knew that.
"The point when Tyrene was… hit." Marie cried.
"The Stalkwalker cleverly used that time to recover by pretending the legs didn't work.
