[ She lets Nightwing handle his business without even a second thought. No matter how quickly her mech can move, it wasn't faster than her thoughts. There was no divine skill she inherited from her parents, no eagerness at an early age that showed a gifted spirit – Hana worked hard to ensure she was capable of living up to the smack she talks. It wasn't easy.
She should be in school. She should have a boyfriend. She should be putting money into her first real set of acting lessons in Hollywood. She should, in theory, have a PS6 by now. :/
But... life didn't always work that way. She enlisted, she fought, and that won't ever change now that she is with Overwatch. It was tiring – she's living on energy drinks and junk food lately, but what else was new? It keeps her able and now she pilots the best version of her mech she had so far. It was hers. It leads her to continue her airborne strike – rounds of fire slicing through the sidewalks and cutting off units from advancing. She holds her tongue between her teeth, her hands tight against the joysticks that guide her.
Like a moth to the flame, she catches Firefly's attention and if there was no interference? They'd be testing the pure heat durability to her shield. It doesn't get that far and by the time her mech crashes into Firefly, her face scrunches up. Almost comedically... windshield wipers screech across her - pelting Firefly with an annoyed yell in her native tongue over comms. ]
Yuck! Off, off, off! You'll damage the paint!
[ But, she heard Nightwing and she wasn't one to disobey sound advice. The thing about her role was that she wasn't just a big target, she was a tank. Firefly was effectively peeled off – but Hana uses her boosts at just the right time to act like some wrecking ball (no hamster). He's back onto her windshield, sure, but no wipers smack at him. She boosts, the force sending Firefly down with a meteor-like force to crash into Electrocutioner – whether he can dodge or deflect remains to be seen...
Hana's mobile role keeps her from getting hit but there was one thing she neglects: her blind-spot. Peppered shots from the retreating Talon troopers, the ones Dick didn't get a chance to deal with bounce against her mech. One stray bullet embeds into one of her boosters, leaving a siren to wail in her ears. ]
Ah! Nightwing?! Boosters down to three, I'm grounding and trying a reboot! Can you cover?
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She should be in school.
She should have a boyfriend.
She should be putting money into her first real set of acting lessons in Hollywood.
She should, in theory, have a PS6 by now. :/
But... life didn't always work that way. She enlisted, she fought, and that won't ever change now that she is with Overwatch. It was tiring – she's living on energy drinks and junk food lately, but what else was new? It keeps her able and now she pilots the best version of her mech she had so far. It was hers. It leads her to continue her airborne strike – rounds of fire slicing through the sidewalks and cutting off units from advancing. She holds her tongue between her teeth, her hands tight against the joysticks that guide her.
Like a moth to the flame, she catches Firefly's attention and if there was no interference? They'd be testing the pure heat durability to her shield. It doesn't get that far and by the time her mech crashes into Firefly, her face scrunches up. Almost comedically... windshield wipers screech across her - pelting Firefly with an annoyed yell in her native tongue over comms. ]
Yuck! Off, off, off! You'll damage the paint!
[ But, she heard Nightwing and she wasn't one to disobey sound advice. The thing about her role was that she wasn't just a big target, she was a tank. Firefly was effectively peeled off – but Hana uses her boosts at just the right time to act like some wrecking ball (no hamster). He's back onto her windshield, sure, but no wipers smack at him. She boosts, the force sending Firefly down with a meteor-like force to crash into Electrocutioner – whether he can dodge or deflect remains to be seen...
Hana's mobile role keeps her from getting hit but there was one thing she neglects: her blind-spot. Peppered shots from the retreating Talon troopers, the ones Dick didn't get a chance to deal with bounce against her mech. One stray bullet embeds into one of her boosters, leaving a siren to wail in her ears. ]
Ah! Nightwing?! Boosters down to three, I'm grounding and trying a reboot! Can you cover?