[ Life brings them to what they are doing now. Reunited to serve the same purpose that kept them apart: morals and hope. There would be no one else that could fill in the spot they had in their respective cities. Without Nightwing, the weight of responsibility would fall on those who may not be ready. Without D.Va, the hope of a young girl representing the future would be lost to a society tired of fighting.
Nightwing is making quick work of the obstacles in front of them, but it was far from perfect. A few Talon troop agents may gather their colleagues, may try to regroup. Two charge to duck behind cover, taking aim at the armored birdboy whether he may be able to anticipate or not. Just, y'know, to throw some curveballs his way.
Hana wasn't able to do much. If she loses her engines, she can barely get the altitude needed to continue on. Long gone are the days relying on bunnyhops, after all. ]
Thanks! Systems shut down, comms off.
[ Everything is cut down completely. Any shields, any whir of an engine, all lights gone. Hana sits in silence while the boosters completely cool for a solid 60 seconds. Hana's left 10 seconds in before the sound of stray bullets unnerve her enough to act. Hana's unbuckled and out of her seat, kicking the windshield of Meka open. With her pistol drawn, she stands proudly on this big target – firing a few potshots that she can. She'll keep Dick covered too, her hand coming up to wipe a bit of sweat and smudge those good-luck pink triangles she paints on her face before each fight.
25 seconds.
Everything Nightwing does keeps the stragglers from attacking her way. It helps and she can't help but give a smirk his way. Concerned, but still a smirk. The system flickers, bit by bit one light coming on at a time. Did she have enough of a good aim to keep shooting from afar? She was a decent shot, but it wasn't until the thoroughly pissed off Electrocutioner was taking aim to Hana – hm.
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Nightwing is making quick work of the obstacles in front of them, but it was far from perfect. A few Talon troop agents may gather their colleagues, may try to regroup. Two charge to duck behind cover, taking aim at the armored birdboy whether he may be able to anticipate or not. Just, y'know, to throw some curveballs his way.
Hana wasn't able to do much. If she loses her engines, she can barely get the altitude needed to continue on. Long gone are the days relying on bunnyhops, after all. ]
Thanks! Systems shut down, comms off.
[ Everything is cut down completely. Any shields, any whir of an engine, all lights gone. Hana sits in silence while the boosters completely cool for a solid 60 seconds. Hana's left 10 seconds in before the sound of stray bullets unnerve her enough to act. Hana's unbuckled and out of her seat, kicking the windshield of Meka open. With her pistol drawn, she stands proudly on this big target – firing a few potshots that she can. She'll keep Dick covered too, her hand coming up to wipe a bit of sweat and smudge those good-luck pink triangles she paints on her face before each fight.
25 seconds.
Everything Nightwing does keeps the stragglers from attacking her way. It helps and she can't help but give a smirk his way. Concerned, but still a smirk. The system flickers, bit by bit one light coming on at a time. Did she have enough of a good aim to keep shooting from afar? She was a decent shot, but it wasn't until the thoroughly pissed off Electrocutioner was taking aim to Hana – hm.
40 seconds. ]