[ There would usually be a smart-mouthed, confident quote that was just begging for newspapers to use for their headline. There would be undoubtable confidence that bordered arrogance. There would be sloppiness and recklessness that would put others at risk whether she wanted to or not. That was then and now they were on the same page at least. Her glance to him was only for a moment. Enough to let him see understanding in her eyes. If this was how he wanted to do it, she follows orders and plays her role. There's a reason why Winston didn't send Tracer or even Mercy – he needed the big guns.
And fortunately for him, the best things in life came in small packages.
Hana pilots with concern – slicing the air with a speed that puts the Egypt air units to shame. Sorry, Pharah. She minds the controls, minds the changes in their altitude when her quiet ship uses the clouds as a cover to guide them close enough for Dick to call out the scene below. Fortunately, her radar was zoomed in on the screen in front of them, providing a more detailed view. Hugging the bottoms of the clouds, her mech skirts incognito until taking a harsh dive down. That'd maybe throw Dick back in his make-shift seat a bit, but it makes her giggle under her breath. ]
I have a score to settle with them after they ruined my birthday weekend – so, you got it! [ So many things have changed, but talks of some other albeit childish thing that happened since they last talked was almost like a therapeutic admittance. She smirks when she comes to a hover on a building's roof, just as he asked. Hana leans up out of the edge of the open cockpit before giving him a thumbs up. ] Don't get too ambitious, okay? I know, I know... coming from me. Going to try and wrangle the troops backwards on the bridge so I can minimize. My back will be to you, so be careful and goooood luck! See ya!
[ It's sweet how she gives a forced smile, knowing duty above hang-ups mattered most. It was just her and Meka now. The speed of her machine was admirable, but Hana's view of getting the troops to circle back would make it easier for her to open fire. A bridge can be repaired far easier than storefronts and people's homes...
Nightwing will only hear a whiz zip by – diving down once more like a bunny hopping down. Meka lands with a thud in front of a sector of Talon troops that open fire on her – and fortunately, that Defense Matrix already goes to work. Each lumbering step her machine takes forces rows of the troop to step back. She keeps her own readers on looking for the power of her machine, hoping to shoot into the sky when her matrix was set to reload to minimize ricochet. It seems she had to deal with troops manning assault rifles, no sniper or heavy tank in sight. ]
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And fortunately for him, the best things in life came in small packages.
Hana pilots with concern – slicing the air with a speed that puts the Egypt air units to shame. Sorry, Pharah. She minds the controls, minds the changes in their altitude when her quiet ship uses the clouds as a cover to guide them close enough for Dick to call out the scene below. Fortunately, her radar was zoomed in on the screen in front of them, providing a more detailed view. Hugging the bottoms of the clouds, her mech skirts incognito until taking a harsh dive down. That'd maybe throw Dick back in his make-shift seat a bit, but it makes her giggle under her breath. ]
I have a score to settle with them after they ruined my birthday weekend – so, you got it! [ So many things have changed, but talks of some other albeit childish thing that happened since they last talked was almost like a therapeutic admittance. She smirks when she comes to a hover on a building's roof, just as he asked. Hana leans up out of the edge of the open cockpit before giving him a thumbs up. ] Don't get too ambitious, okay? I know, I know... coming from me. Going to try and wrangle the troops backwards on the bridge so I can minimize. My back will be to you, so be careful and goooood luck! See ya!
[ It's sweet how she gives a forced smile, knowing duty above hang-ups mattered most. It was just her and Meka now. The speed of her machine was admirable, but Hana's view of getting the troops to circle back would make it easier for her to open fire. A bridge can be repaired far easier than storefronts and people's homes...
Nightwing will only hear a whiz zip by – diving down once more like a bunny hopping down. Meka lands with a thud in front of a sector of Talon troops that open fire on her – and fortunately, that Defense Matrix already goes to work. Each lumbering step her machine takes forces rows of the troop to step back. She keeps her own readers on looking for the power of her machine, hoping to shoot into the sky when her matrix was set to reload to minimize ricochet. It seems she had to deal with troops manning assault rifles, no sniper or heavy tank in sight. ]