"Watch your step. Pressure plate."
Scarlett froze mid-stride, one foot hovering over a slightly discolored stone.
"How do you keep doing that?" she asked, carefully stepping around it.
"Pattern recognition." [And the fact that I died to this exact trap about forty times during my first playthrough.] "The builders were consistent. Discolored stone, pressure trigger, something unpleasant happens."
"Unpleasant how?"
As if in answer, Kanna nudged a loose rock onto the plate with her boot. A volley of darts shot from the wall, embedding themselves in the opposite stone with a series of sharp thunks.
"Poison-tipped," Kanna observed, examining one. "Fast-acting, judging by the residue. You'd be dead in minutes."
"Okay... That kind of unpleasant," Scarlett agreed.
They pressed deeper into the ruins.
