"I really don't like the sound of that." Perhaps not even Ghost will hear Natasha's muttering when the air shakes and trembles with the cheer rippling down the slopes. She's not shouting to make herself heard, though the spy twists to watch the new skiff come in before her gaze drops to Blaze's push and Natasha is forced to hurry to keep up.
Trying to keep pace with a Titan is about as stupid of an idea as trying to keep pace with Thor in the middle of a battlefield. Even with her injuries Blaze doesn't seem to slow, at least not to a point where the human acting as her shadow can keep up easily.
There's no time to stop and stare when the largest Fallen by far stands tall from its landing with all the air of a warrior king taking to the field. How warped has her reality become that the sight of this behemoth doesn't immediately root her to the spot? That her first thought was immediately 'Steve's going to be pissed he missed this' instead of something sane or rational?
But there's as little time for introspection as there is for awe. A half dozen of those captains would by itself be a terrible addition to this fight. The..whatever that is. General? That's a bad sign. A bad terrible sign that Blaze is running towards.
Okay. Of course Blaze is going to punch the big general. Natasha follows as carefully as she can. Reynard was here before. He's watching and close by. Her next exhale judders slightly with her fear, though no one will be able to hear it. Even this far back the giant Fallen's stomp knocks her feet out from under her and sends the spy to her knees in the ice and the mud. It won't take Natasha nearly as long to get up as it will for Blaze. A boon considering she'll have to run if she expects to keep up with the Exo as she disappears into the trees with her shock pistol still kept in one hand.
It blue light has started blinking softly and the bar that had been over its sights is much lower than it had been before. She's nearly out of ammunition.
The Convoy is the Other Way, Natasha
Trying to keep pace with a Titan is about as stupid of an idea as trying to keep pace with Thor in the middle of a battlefield. Even with her injuries Blaze doesn't seem to slow, at least not to a point where the human acting as her shadow can keep up easily.
There's no time to stop and stare when the largest Fallen by far stands tall from its landing with all the air of a warrior king taking to the field. How warped has her reality become that the sight of this behemoth doesn't immediately root her to the spot? That her first thought was immediately 'Steve's going to be pissed he missed this' instead of something sane or rational?
But there's as little time for introspection as there is for awe. A half dozen of those captains would by itself be a terrible addition to this fight. The..whatever that is. General? That's a bad sign. A bad terrible sign that Blaze is running towards.
Okay. Of course Blaze is going to punch the big general. Natasha follows as carefully as she can. Reynard was here before. He's watching and close by. Her next exhale judders slightly with her fear, though no one will be able to hear it. Even this far back the giant Fallen's stomp knocks her feet out from under her and sends the spy to her knees in the ice and the mud. It won't take Natasha nearly as long to get up as it will for Blaze. A boon considering she'll have to run if she expects to keep up with the Exo as she disappears into the trees with her shock pistol still kept in one hand.
It blue light has started blinking softly and the bar that had been over its sights is much lower than it had been before. She's nearly out of ammunition.