[ It was the relief from all of the song and dance they did tonight. They battled their ghosts, stomached their regrets, come to terms that – life was far too short. They didn't need to rush to meet their maker halfway. Hana was swept up in the moment, feeling like the current of the bay was still rushing around her. She remembers his kiss, how even with the force of a fighter... he was desperate. They enjoyed all they could – time not even made up for by the time someone joins the fray.
She can't say she understands it. Honor among enemies. She thinks of how easily he could have driven that sword through both of them. Part of her is insulted, part of her is annoyed. Are they really going to do this? Her gun remains ready, aimed with precision and confidence that if Dick tells her to fire – she'd take the shot without hesitation. It wouldn't do much, but it would do enough.
Dick does a poor job at reassurance. Buddy, she gave you smooches and now you're swordfighting? Not cool. Total mood killer. Hana's a few feet from Dick's weapons – tactical enough to make note that if need be... if guns didn't do well, she can handle his stick quite nicely. ;) The scene unfolds too quickly and she isn't sure at what point she comes up with the idea but – she presses the comm receiver on the inside of her wrist, sending a beacon directly to Winston. ]
Winston! Going to need a retrieval crew ASAP! If Meka III is primed – huuuhhh? No way!
[ Hana almost feels naked without the giant mech, it shows. She feels... vulnerable when she is waiting to take a damn shot or act on her own. The last thing she wants to do is compromise anything, to risk Dick getting hurt. To get a mission failure. When Winston breaks the news that her 'back-up' mech wasn't ready for launch, she curses – right when explosions rock her back onto her ass as well. ]
Nightwing!
[ She feels childish, like a kid crying out for no reason. This was the reality of it: there wasn't a respawn with something like this. Dick was hurt and it's in those short few seconds – not even a friggin minute – that Hana weighs her options. ]
Forget Mondays, you're not doing this alone. I do not care what stupid macho man-showdown you want. This isn't 1 v 1 and if you leave me out again, we sooo aren't doing that again!
[ Time to test that theory – as the 'dust' settles... what will be awaiting, hmmm. ]
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She can't say she understands it. Honor among enemies. She thinks of how easily he could have driven that sword through both of them. Part of her is insulted, part of her is annoyed. Are they really going to do this? Her gun remains ready, aimed with precision and confidence that if Dick tells her to fire – she'd take the shot without hesitation. It wouldn't do much, but it would do enough.
Dick does a poor job at reassurance. Buddy, she gave you smooches and now you're swordfighting? Not cool. Total mood killer. Hana's a few feet from Dick's weapons – tactical enough to make note that if need be... if guns didn't do well, she can handle his stick quite nicely. ;) The scene unfolds too quickly and she isn't sure at what point she comes up with the idea but – she presses the comm receiver on the inside of her wrist, sending a beacon directly to Winston. ]
Winston! Going to need a retrieval crew ASAP! If Meka III is primed – huuuhhh? No way!
[ Hana almost feels naked without the giant mech, it shows. She feels... vulnerable when she is waiting to take a damn shot or act on her own. The last thing she wants to do is compromise anything, to risk Dick getting hurt. To get a mission failure. When Winston breaks the news that her 'back-up' mech wasn't ready for launch, she curses – right when explosions rock her back onto her ass as well. ]
Nightwing!
[ She feels childish, like a kid crying out for no reason. This was the reality of it: there wasn't a respawn with something like this. Dick was hurt and it's in those short few seconds – not even a friggin minute – that Hana weighs her options. ]
Forget Mondays, you're not doing this alone. I do not care what stupid macho man-showdown you want. This isn't 1 v 1 and if you leave me out again, we sooo aren't doing that again!
[ Time to test that theory – as the 'dust' settles... what will be awaiting, hmmm. ]