Natasha's boots pound against the frozen earth, running flat out as she follows in Blaze's wake. She drops down and slides in between a Vandal's legs underneath him before lifting her pistol directly underneath its chin and firing point blank into it's skull. The hiss of coolants and something else she has never been able to identify floods the air but truthfully it was the creature's weapon the spy was looking to get her hands on.

A smaller gun than the full sized rifle she'd gotten a chance to use during the beacon mission but still a higher tier of tech above her own handguns. And from experience she knows it will work quite well on the Fallen, too. Natasha holds it close to her chest while she picks up the pace again, leaping over fractured rock following the discharge of another one of the pirates' sparking bombs they are so fond of chucking.

The blast rings in her ears, mingling with Azwel's sudden anguished cries. She gets a glimpse of...something. Not the Fallen. One of Reynard's perhaps? But it's gone a moment later yet still the man bellows over the winds. That could be bad--but Harley's jumping in, putting herself between Azwel and the convoy. Trusting that the other has this handled Natasha turns her attention back to Blaze and the path she's carving.

This is quickly descending into a living Nightmare. She fears she knows where it will end up unless something is done. And soon.