[ That's Dick responding to Hana while Firefly's still prattling away at his ear, the latter's jetpack keeping them suspended in one place in the sky. Something something burning Nightwing in the name of the Magistrate. But Dick doesn't absorb much of what's being said, too busy wresting his arm out of Firefly's embrace and elbowing him in his helmeted head. As if that wasn't enough, Dick also chops the same forearm he'd injured previously. The tremendous pain inflicted by the strike causes Firefly to cry out in agony, writhing mid-air without meaning to drop Dick in the process.
From the considerable height Firefly had reached before then, any plummet to the ground would be lethal. Dick's also too high to properly grapple onto any of the buildings below-- there's no allowance for the wire to become taut, for him to actually swing. He'd only be hastening his death.
Thing is, Dick isn't afraid of falling. At this moment, he's practically in his element, turning skyward to point his grapnel gun at Firefly's foot. It wraps around one of his armored greaves, catching him off guard when he's already preoccupied with nursing his injured forearm (from the unbearable and utterly arresting sting radiating across it, Firefly's really concerned there might be a fracture or two).
But any attention owed to that pain can wait. Nightwing is now on his tail, and in a blind rage at what he'd done to him, Firefly starts barreling through the air, haphazardly circulating the city streets where Talon troopers have been scattered by Hana's attacks. Suspended by a wire tethered to Firefly's foot, Dick can only be pulled through the air along with him. But he waits, bides his time, hoping to instill his method into Firefly's madness.
Because Firefly now charts a path directly towards Hana, flamethrower itching to unleash hell upon her Meka. ]
Alright, D.Va. Castling.
[ That's Dick's signal. With one hand tight around his grapnel gun, the other still carries his eskrima stick. He switches on its electrical charge, presses the tip against the grapnel wire, and watches as the current travels to hand Firefly another helping of agony. His jetpack short-circuits as he screams amidst the loss of control, as if it wasn't enough that electricity was flowing through him. Propelled only by inertia, Firefly careens over the Talon troopers below, a crowd still dispersing from the chaos being caused by Hana.
There's a discernible trajectory Firefly's been sent on: the one he initially charted, towards Hana's mech. In the meantime, Dick sheathes his eskrima stick and climbs across the grapnel wire as one would ascend a rope. He advances until he tackles Firefly from behind, clambering atop him to bearhug his body from behind. Counting on the way Firefly has been outfitted with proprietary Talon armor, Dick holds tight before letting just as he slams Firefly into the Meka. It's almost fitting seeing the guy made no different from a bug squashed on the front of car. ]
Here's Firefly. Bring him down to Electrocutioner, then do your worst.
[ Dick somersaults off of Firefly's body to descend upon the Talon troopers below. With him are yet more smoke pellets, dispersing alongside him before he reaches the ground. He lands on a Talon trooper's body, flooring them with his weight as he breaks his own fall. He'd stepped on him, made a board and then a platform out of the trooper, to adequately land on his feet.
Means Dick needs little time to recover from his descent, rapidly subduing the closest Talon troopers-- one broken limb, broken gun, or broken helmet at a time. ]
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[ That's Dick responding to Hana while Firefly's still prattling away at his ear, the latter's jetpack keeping them suspended in one place in the sky. Something something burning Nightwing in the name of the Magistrate. But Dick doesn't absorb much of what's being said, too busy wresting his arm out of Firefly's embrace and elbowing him in his helmeted head. As if that wasn't enough, Dick also chops the same forearm he'd injured previously. The tremendous pain inflicted by the strike causes Firefly to cry out in agony, writhing mid-air without meaning to drop Dick in the process.
From the considerable height Firefly had reached before then, any plummet to the ground would be lethal. Dick's also too high to properly grapple onto any of the buildings below-- there's no allowance for the wire to become taut, for him to actually swing. He'd only be hastening his death.
Thing is, Dick isn't afraid of falling. At this moment, he's practically in his element, turning skyward to point his grapnel gun at Firefly's foot. It wraps around one of his armored greaves, catching him off guard when he's already preoccupied with nursing his injured forearm (from the unbearable and utterly arresting sting radiating across it, Firefly's really concerned there might be a fracture or two).
But any attention owed to that pain can wait. Nightwing is now on his tail, and in a blind rage at what he'd done to him, Firefly starts barreling through the air, haphazardly circulating the city streets where Talon troopers have been scattered by Hana's attacks. Suspended by a wire tethered to Firefly's foot, Dick can only be pulled through the air along with him. But he waits, bides his time, hoping to instill his method into Firefly's madness.
Because Firefly now charts a path directly towards Hana, flamethrower itching to unleash hell upon her Meka. ]
Alright, D.Va. Castling.
[ That's Dick's signal. With one hand tight around his grapnel gun, the other still carries his eskrima stick. He switches on its electrical charge, presses the tip against the grapnel wire, and watches as the current travels to hand Firefly another helping of agony. His jetpack short-circuits as he screams amidst the loss of control, as if it wasn't enough that electricity was flowing through him. Propelled only by inertia, Firefly careens over the Talon troopers below, a crowd still dispersing from the chaos being caused by Hana.
There's a discernible trajectory Firefly's been sent on: the one he initially charted, towards Hana's mech. In the meantime, Dick sheathes his eskrima stick and climbs across the grapnel wire as one would ascend a rope. He advances until he tackles Firefly from behind, clambering atop him to bearhug his body from behind. Counting on the way Firefly has been outfitted with proprietary Talon armor, Dick holds tight before letting just as he slams Firefly into the Meka. It's almost fitting seeing the guy made no different from a bug squashed on the front of car. ]
Here's Firefly. Bring him down to Electrocutioner, then do your worst.
[ Dick somersaults off of Firefly's body to descend upon the Talon troopers below. With him are yet more smoke pellets, dispersing alongside him before he reaches the ground. He lands on a Talon trooper's body, flooring them with his weight as he breaks his own fall. He'd stepped on him, made a board and then a platform out of the trooper, to adequately land on his feet.
Means Dick needs little time to recover from his descent, rapidly subduing the closest Talon troopers-- one broken limb, broken gun, or broken helmet at a time. ]