[ He may not be well-versed in every aspect of this machine, but Dick knows a UX display when he sees one. It doesn't annoy him that Hana disregards this, her neglecting to disclose the element of risk that it poses. How often has Dick tested the limits of his own technology, after all? How often has he tested the limits of his resources, counting on his resourcefulness to fill in the blanks as needed? This isn't to say he'd feel hypocritical chastising her. Beyond the fact that there's a better time and place for that interaction... he also understands why she's making this choice. ]
8 seconds should be enough. Turn it on as soon as you ram through the bowling pins.
Er, Talon troopers.
In that time, I'm disembarking.
Our goal will be to take down every Talon trooper as quickly as possible.
We're gonna need them out of the way to have a better chance at Croc and Orca combined.
[ Dick can say nothing further while the Meka has started its nosedive and continues hurtling towards the ground (they're coming from really high up, having started too high for any of the troopers to reliably shoot them). The pivotal 8 seconds Dick's spoken of are approaching, though, and he anticipates Hana steering her machine directly into the formation of Talon troopers below. While the machine might have to stomach some gunfire along the way, it's had time to recover between bouts. It's not in ideal condition, but it should do for the final lap of the night.
That, at least, is what Dick's counting on. Because pretty soon that strike is gonna come, and when it does, Nightwing's gonna come back out.
If Hana succeeds in piloting the Meka to execute the planned maneuver, Dick witnesses its success from inside the Meka's collision with many Talon trooper's armored bodies. They should be hit with substantial force to be knocked all the way to kingdom come, rendered unconscious by the traumatic impact of the Meka's path. Many are sent flying, others rolling in the concrete, others clinging to the Meka's windshield and slowly sliding off as it progresses. It's after mowing down this entourage that Hana might trigger her Meka's Defense Matrix, all the better to temporarily give Dick some cover.
In the 8 seconds that the barrier is up and absorbing gunfire, Nightwing leaps out of the machine. He throws a smoke bomb past the Defense Matrix and takes advantage of the way it clouds his movements. With the 8 seconds inevitably passing, Nightwing expects D.Va to go on the offensive. He, on the other hand, rolls to dodge from where he was previously running, and continues towards the remaining troopers without hesitation. His sturdier armor plating occasionally sponges a few lasers, but at least he effectively proceeds to beat down several troopers.
But it's after breaking a Talon trooper's gun over his knee and heel hooking them in the head that Nightwing's punched in the back. Punched, that is, with enough force to send him flying like he'd just been run over by the Meka. He rolls to better absorb the impact of his fall before leaping off the ground to get back on his feet. Poor guy has to rub his back, though, pain still radiating from where he'd been struck. ]
Croc. That's him, D.Va.
[ And Orca, too, who'd been standing behind Croc. It's she who decides to continue towards Nightwing, while Croc turns to advance towards D.Va, who's about a quarter mile away fending off the last Talon troopers. ]
And he's headed towards you.
His skin's thick enough to stomach your Meka's missiles. Be careful!
[ Meanwhile, he's got other problems, like dodging every punch and kick Orca's throwing his way. She's no slouch either, but she must disdain watching Nightwing dodge her attempts to murder him. She growls with the ferocity of an... orca, every missed strike for Nightwing instead smashing detritus and loose debris surrounding the ruins of the old Blackgate Prison. Croc had punched Nightwing far enough to be near the prison's rear fence, or what's left of it. It used to serve as a barrier to what's now an abandoned prison yard.
Orca finally lands a punch, though, and one that sends Nightwing through that fence. Luckily, the barbed wire was now insubstantial enough that it only caused superficial damage to the back of his suit, tears exposing layers of kevlar among other, more proprietary polymers. Nightwing lands on his back, the momentum compelling him to roll backwards until he scrambles back onto his feet. ]
Been sent further away, D.Va. A cause for delay...
[ Orca's not happy, though, because Orca's not finished. She charges towards Nightwing, ready to barrel into him as the Meka did her troopers. ]
...but I'm not leaving you alone.
[ He breaks into a run towards Orca, bluffing. He really hopes D.Va can hold out, no matter how long he takes, and he slides between Orca's legs - all while dropping a few explosive wingdings beneath her - only to keep running. Insisting to himself that he must run, and keep going. Move faster. Ignoring the explosion behind him, ignoring the chance it only succeeded in stalling Orca and making her angier.
Makes him wonder if this is how Wally feels trying to push the limits of his speed. The thought's enough to make Nightwing chuckle as he vaults through the hole in the fence he helped create. Laughing, even as he sprints so hard and so fast he feels like his lungs are about to burst. ]
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8 seconds should be enough. Turn it on as soon as you ram through the bowling pins.
Er, Talon troopers.
In that time, I'm disembarking.
Our goal will be to take down every Talon trooper as quickly as possible.
We're gonna need them out of the way to have a better chance at Croc and Orca combined.
[ Dick can say nothing further while the Meka has started its nosedive and continues hurtling towards the ground (they're coming from really high up, having started too high for any of the troopers to reliably shoot them). The pivotal 8 seconds Dick's spoken of are approaching, though, and he anticipates Hana steering her machine directly into the formation of Talon troopers below. While the machine might have to stomach some gunfire along the way, it's had time to recover between bouts. It's not in ideal condition, but it should do for the final lap of the night.
That, at least, is what Dick's counting on. Because pretty soon that strike is gonna come, and when it does, Nightwing's gonna come back out.
If Hana succeeds in piloting the Meka to execute the planned maneuver, Dick witnesses its success from inside the Meka's collision with many Talon trooper's armored bodies. They should be hit with substantial force to be knocked all the way to kingdom come, rendered unconscious by the traumatic impact of the Meka's path. Many are sent flying, others rolling in the concrete, others clinging to the Meka's windshield and slowly sliding off as it progresses. It's after mowing down this entourage that Hana might trigger her Meka's Defense Matrix, all the better to temporarily give Dick some cover.
In the 8 seconds that the barrier is up and absorbing gunfire, Nightwing leaps out of the machine. He throws a smoke bomb past the Defense Matrix and takes advantage of the way it clouds his movements. With the 8 seconds inevitably passing, Nightwing expects D.Va to go on the offensive. He, on the other hand, rolls to dodge from where he was previously running, and continues towards the remaining troopers without hesitation. His sturdier armor plating occasionally sponges a few lasers, but at least he effectively proceeds to beat down several troopers.
But it's after breaking a Talon trooper's gun over his knee and heel hooking them in the head that Nightwing's punched in the back. Punched, that is, with enough force to send him flying like he'd just been run over by the Meka. He rolls to better absorb the impact of his fall before leaping off the ground to get back on his feet. Poor guy has to rub his back, though, pain still radiating from where he'd been struck. ]
Croc. That's him, D.Va.
[ And Orca, too, who'd been standing behind Croc. It's she who decides to continue towards Nightwing, while Croc turns to advance towards D.Va, who's about a quarter mile away fending off the last Talon troopers. ]
And he's headed towards you.
His skin's thick enough to stomach your Meka's missiles. Be careful!
[ Meanwhile, he's got other problems, like dodging every punch and kick Orca's throwing his way. She's no slouch either, but she must disdain watching Nightwing dodge her attempts to murder him. She growls with the ferocity of an... orca, every missed strike for Nightwing instead smashing detritus and loose debris surrounding the ruins of the old Blackgate Prison. Croc had punched Nightwing far enough to be near the prison's rear fence, or what's left of it. It used to serve as a barrier to what's now an abandoned prison yard.
Orca finally lands a punch, though, and one that sends Nightwing through that fence. Luckily, the barbed wire was now insubstantial enough that it only caused superficial damage to the back of his suit, tears exposing layers of kevlar among other, more proprietary polymers. Nightwing lands on his back, the momentum compelling him to roll backwards until he scrambles back onto his feet. ]
Been sent further away, D.Va. A cause for delay...
[ Orca's not happy, though, because Orca's not finished. She charges towards Nightwing, ready to barrel into him as the Meka did her troopers. ]
...but I'm not leaving you alone.
[ He breaks into a run towards Orca, bluffing. He really hopes D.Va can hold out, no matter how long he takes, and he slides between Orca's legs - all while dropping a few explosive wingdings beneath her - only to keep running. Insisting to himself that he must run, and keep going. Move faster. Ignoring the explosion behind him, ignoring the chance it only succeeded in stalling Orca and making her angier.
Makes him wonder if this is how Wally feels trying to push the limits of his speed. The thought's enough to make Nightwing chuckle as he vaults through the hole in the fence he helped create. Laughing, even as he sprints so hard and so fast he feels like his lungs are about to burst. ]