The crack of a rifle sounds out, somehow echoing against the fleshy walls. A bright green-yellow blur shoots into the shadow Alys, joining the blow already delivered by Turing. The source of the sound is easy to find; clearly visible despite the gloom thanks to her glow, Indigo is kneeling some distance away, rifle raised.

"I'm guessin' these guys ain't friendlies?" She calls out. "I'll try not to hit ya!" Shooting into melee is never ideal, but she's a Novakid. They don't miss. And even if shooting becomes nonviable, she can still charge in with her sword.