[ It was unfortunate that the numbers game could still overwhelm something as strong as Meka. Hana had taken it through the routines, tried to get it approved by Winston before getting the OK to take it out. It took weeks... back and forth, suggestions and tests of endurance to ensure the durability matched the machine's power. Hana was not necessarily a technical expert, but she knows her machine. It was built out from a shell and customized to suit her needs.
And now, even as it failed her, she picks up the slack. Protectively she stands rooted in the cockpit – aiming at any Talon troop that may get close to her and down the street, may be getting close to Nightwing. Her shots were accurate at times, flustered by a reload at other. The bunny charm sways with each frantic pull of her trigger, smacking against her wrist.
He helps thin the herd by any means necessary, her eyes barely catching sight of his antics – of how he survives by any means necessary even when numbers are against him. She lets herself off guard for a moment, Hana's issue... not D.Va's. There was a sudden tug at her hair by one of the spare agents who leapt up onto the machine, yanking her petite form up.
He gets messy, so does she, dropping her gun into the cockpit within 5 seconds and left frantically tugging at the hand pulling that ponytail up off her feet. Hand to hand wasn't her forte, but it was enough – the momentum tugs him down and flips him off in front of her right when Nightwing brings her attention back to him. In... time for him to get yoinked up. Firefly's turn to get mad, to swear revenge and deem the typical villain speech like it was right on cue!
Hana drops into her seat with a choked sob, your pistol echoing in her head. Her eyes catch it before it's too late. A crackle of electricity, ready at the gauntlet to blast a hole right through her. She has to be careful – to push her luck.
Weren't rabbits known for that? ]
Eat me, electronerd!
[ Systems online. Reboot complete. Boosters at 89%.
Her hand fumbles with the gun and takes aim – instinct guiding her with a pulled repeated trigger havoc. The first shot misses, cracking against a sign but the second? Catches right into the gauntlet with a sudden explosive reaction. The distance was close enough or her to panic – slam her hand down and close the cockpit glass. The electricity sizzles to her machine, static display draining the booster's power to 75% – but it was enough.
A surge of momentum sends her flying forward, slamming and embedding the man into a building – sorry. The rubble comes around her with a furious cry. Bricks and metal swallow the pilot up, but within seconds – the bunny erupts out of the rubble and in pursuit of Nightwing. ]
Comms back on! Sounds like you can use a ride, yeah?
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And now, even as it failed her, she picks up the slack. Protectively she stands rooted in the cockpit – aiming at any Talon troop that may get close to her and down the street, may be getting close to Nightwing. Her shots were accurate at times, flustered by a reload at other. The bunny charm sways with each frantic pull of her trigger, smacking against her wrist.
He helps thin the herd by any means necessary, her eyes barely catching sight of his antics – of how he survives by any means necessary even when numbers are against him. She lets herself off guard for a moment, Hana's issue... not D.Va's. There was a sudden tug at her hair by one of the spare agents who leapt up onto the machine, yanking her petite form up.
He gets messy, so does she, dropping her gun into the cockpit within 5 seconds and left frantically tugging at the hand pulling that ponytail up off her feet. Hand to hand wasn't her forte, but it was enough – the momentum tugs him down and flips him off in front of her right when Nightwing brings her attention back to him. In... time for him to get yoinked up. Firefly's turn to get mad, to swear revenge and deem the typical villain speech like it was right on cue!
Hana drops into her seat with a choked sob, your pistol echoing in her head. Her eyes catch it before it's too late. A crackle of electricity, ready at the gauntlet to blast a hole right through her. She has to be careful – to push her luck.
Weren't rabbits known for that? ]
Eat me, electronerd!
[ Systems online. Reboot complete. Boosters at 89%.
Her hand fumbles with the gun and takes aim – instinct guiding her with a pulled repeated trigger havoc. The first shot misses, cracking against a sign but the second? Catches right into the gauntlet with a sudden explosive reaction. The distance was close enough or her to panic – slam her hand down and close the cockpit glass. The electricity sizzles to her machine, static display draining the booster's power to 75% – but it was enough.
A surge of momentum sends her flying forward, slamming and embedding the man into a building – sorry. The rubble comes around her with a furious cry. Bricks and metal swallow the pilot up, but within seconds – the bunny erupts out of the rubble and in pursuit of Nightwing. ]
Comms back on! Sounds like you can use a ride, yeah?