[ She takes his word to heart. They needed a distraction. Do you know what the biggest distraction you could have? One of the more prominent members of Overwatch making a complete mockery of your crew. Hana doesn't dare attack, doesn't shoot her gun, doesn't even do much but literally loops in and out of sight. It has her cracking up to herself, bringing a light-hearted and for the most part harmless part to this whole thing. She chases some levity in the situation, when Nightwing went off without her being able to monitor. To follow behind. She's too headstrong to chase him, though – she had her orders.
By the time they have their back and forth, she wants to call him dumb. Tease him back, make something light continue on. There hasn't been Battle Royales in years – shows proof that he's getting old and not sticking with the times, okay! However, there wasn't time to dwell on that. Talon can't be dealt with by taunting, so she handles the best she could. She's at a disadvantage, one she doesn't want to admit. Not to herself. Not to him. She busies herself, and by the time Nightwing needs her – she's there zipping up in a jiffy.
They move things along, a ticking down to a timebomb they hope to defuse. It wasn't quite Castling or some Fastball Special... but it was something special. Their synergy at an alltime high and the baddies? They were being thinned like herded cattle. ]
– but he was smushed on the shield worse than that Firebug-Guy!
[ She was still in better spirits about the whole thing, about the lucky break that gave them a moment to breathe. There wasn't talking, really after that. Silence wasn't the thing in the air – their breathing. Hana could shut her eyes for a moment and catch her breath from the rush of energy through her. It was hard to contain, hard to feel excited about – but it was there. It kept them going to the next fight.
By the time he speaks, he orders – she nods with a thumbs up. This one was a little bit more risky – Hana's eyes look to her UX display every so often, watching the dwindling boost power. It pisses her off to know she was foolish, that she was unlucky enough to be put nearly on the bench so soon! Her concerns were hidden, her own selfish choice that he's more than welcome to yell at her about later on. ]
Huh? Oh. Defense Matrix is 8 seconds, no cool down. Should be enough. 8 seconds feels like foreverrrrrrr sometimes.
[ Hana couldn't stick with stealth to save her life, so finally she's going to just... go for it. Down, down, down she goes – the wind whistling against the mech as it drops altitude in a nosedive. ]
And after the strike? Huh? What are you doing – and how can I assist?
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By the time they have their back and forth, she wants to call him dumb. Tease him back, make something light continue on. There hasn't been Battle Royales in years – shows proof that he's getting old and not sticking with the times, okay! However, there wasn't time to dwell on that. Talon can't be dealt with by taunting, so she handles the best she could. She's at a disadvantage, one she doesn't want to admit. Not to herself. Not to him. She busies herself, and by the time Nightwing needs her – she's there zipping up in a jiffy.
They move things along, a ticking down to a timebomb they hope to defuse. It wasn't quite Castling or some Fastball Special... but it was something special. Their synergy at an alltime high and the baddies? They were being thinned like herded cattle. ]
– but he was smushed on the shield worse than that Firebug-Guy!
[ She was still in better spirits about the whole thing, about the lucky break that gave them a moment to breathe. There wasn't talking, really after that. Silence wasn't the thing in the air – their breathing. Hana could shut her eyes for a moment and catch her breath from the rush of energy through her. It was hard to contain, hard to feel excited about – but it was there. It kept them going to the next fight.
By the time he speaks, he orders – she nods with a thumbs up. This one was a little bit more risky – Hana's eyes look to her UX display every so often, watching the dwindling boost power. It pisses her off to know she was foolish, that she was unlucky enough to be put nearly on the bench so soon! Her concerns were hidden, her own selfish choice that he's more than welcome to yell at her about later on. ]
Huh? Oh. Defense Matrix is 8 seconds, no cool down. Should be enough. 8 seconds feels like foreverrrrrrr sometimes.
[ Hana couldn't stick with stealth to save her life, so finally she's going to just... go for it. Down, down, down she goes – the wind whistling against the mech as it drops altitude in a nosedive. ]
And after the strike? Huh? What are you doing – and how can I assist?