It’s hard at this stage to tell whether Blaze is cavalier about the odds of her getting killed out there, or cavalier about the concept. Either way, she clearly takes it as read that her survival is nothing to worry about… except insofar as dying would leave her team more vulnerable.
What the rest of the group have to say about themselves is more interesting to her. Blaze’s optics widen a bit when Azwel steps up and begins conjuring blades. There’s a strange energy thrumming through him, a tension she feels but doesn’t understand. It’s fascinating… as much as its swift and lethal effects. When she looks aside at Ghost, her small partner returns a look that says he’s as curious and uncertain as she is. Still, it doesn’t feel like Darkness he’s calling on…
“Impressive,” she declares with a nod to him. She’s only half teasing when she adds, “Though I’m kinda starting to wonder what kind of healer you are.”
She nods to Natasha, aware of how much the spy is understating her work. That’s her style though, and she covers the important details. Blaze knows she can count on Romanov. Already has. She doesn’t know Furiosa the same way, but everything the woman says backs up what Blaze has seen of her: a seasoned warrior, well-used to hostile terrain and unexpected threats. Someone whose exploits the Guardian thinks she’d like to hear more about. But that’s for after they get home from this alive.
And then there’s Natalie’s squad. Blaze finds herself thinking of the younger woman as the rookie of the group, though experience is relative. It’s the sense of nerves she gives off. But the muscular feline Pokemon steps up with a fierce roar, and Blaze could swear she feels the Light within her dance in answer to the flames it wears. Her optics glow a little brighter as she listens, giving a low grunt of approval. If Natalie’s Pokemon get half their fighting spirit from her, they’ll probably be just fine. Light willing, anyway. Speaking of which, it’s her turn to lay out what she’s got.
“I’m glad to have you all at our back,” she says honestly. She may have faith in her own immortality, but they’ll clear their objectives more reliably and efficiently together- and besides, there are few truer pleasures than working and fighting alongside a fine set of comrades.
“As for me, I’ve patrolled the wilds and fought half a dozen kinds of aliens and demons on half the worlds in our system- and whatever the Nexus counts as. Prefer close-quarters combat, but I can generate grenades and these days my powers are strong at range too. I have the Light-” and she draws on it a little as she closes a fist in front of her, channeling flame over her gauntlet for a moment, “and I have my weapons, and I always have my fists.” She chuckles. “Plus, I have Ghost on comms and medical support.” The little bot spins his shell in reply.
She considers them all again. “Now, this group is larger than our usual strike units, so after we hit the first couple of beacons we’ll split into two fireteams. Furiosa, I’ll ask you to lead the other. We’ll cover ground faster, but both teams need to stick close enough to reinforce each other as soon as we encounter trouble. We’ll need tight co-ordination.”
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What the rest of the group have to say about themselves is more interesting to her. Blaze’s optics widen a bit when Azwel steps up and begins conjuring blades. There’s a strange energy thrumming through him, a tension she feels but doesn’t understand. It’s fascinating… as much as its swift and lethal effects. When she looks aside at Ghost, her small partner returns a look that says he’s as curious and uncertain as she is. Still, it doesn’t feel like Darkness he’s calling on…
“Impressive,” she declares with a nod to him. She’s only half teasing when she adds, “Though I’m kinda starting to wonder what kind of healer you are.”
She nods to Natasha, aware of how much the spy is understating her work. That’s her style though, and she covers the important details. Blaze knows she can count on Romanov. Already has. She doesn’t know Furiosa the same way, but everything the woman says backs up what Blaze has seen of her: a seasoned warrior, well-used to hostile terrain and unexpected threats. Someone whose exploits the Guardian thinks she’d like to hear more about. But that’s for after they get home from this alive.
And then there’s Natalie’s squad. Blaze finds herself thinking of the younger woman as the rookie of the group, though experience is relative. It’s the sense of nerves she gives off. But the muscular feline Pokemon steps up with a fierce roar, and Blaze could swear she feels the Light within her dance in answer to the flames it wears. Her optics glow a little brighter as she listens, giving a low grunt of approval. If Natalie’s Pokemon get half their fighting spirit from her, they’ll probably be just fine. Light willing, anyway. Speaking of which, it’s her turn to lay out what she’s got.
“I’m glad to have you all at our back,” she says honestly. She may have faith in her own immortality, but they’ll clear their objectives more reliably and efficiently together- and besides, there are few truer pleasures than working and fighting alongside a fine set of comrades.
“As for me, I’ve patrolled the wilds and fought half a dozen kinds of aliens and demons on half the worlds in our system- and whatever the Nexus counts as. Prefer close-quarters combat, but I can generate grenades and these days my powers are strong at range too. I have the Light-” and she draws on it a little as she closes a fist in front of her, channeling flame over her gauntlet for a moment, “and I have my weapons, and I always have my fists.” She chuckles. “Plus, I have Ghost on comms and medical support.” The little bot spins his shell in reply.
She considers them all again. “Now, this group is larger than our usual strike units, so after we hit the first couple of beacons we’ll split into two fireteams. Furiosa, I’ll ask you to lead the other. We’ll cover ground faster, but both teams need to stick close enough to reinforce each other as soon as we encounter trouble. We’ll need tight co-ordination.”