Until the Titan runs out of juice all Natasha can do is sprint after Blaze. Alien sounds she has no frame of reference for flood her ears but the sound of battle is a universal constant. The spy hops over still smoking craters in the frozen earth from where Blaze's hammers have reshaped the terrain.

Natasha knows better than anyone here that Blaze can't keep this up forever and when the glow fades from her armor it won't be long at all before Ghost picks her up on his readout inserting herself behind the Titan like an extension of her shadow. The stolen Fallen gun is in her hands, singing off its shots with every squeeze of the trigger. There aren't many shots, either. The spy has no way of knowing how much ammunition is left in this thing so she's making every shot count.

Following behind Blaze and using the Titan as cover while she takes aim at anything looking to put a blast in the Exo's back but careful not to stray out into open ground herself.