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π™Όπ™°πšπ™Άπ™°πšπ™΄πšƒ "π™Ώπ™΄π™Άπ™Άπšˆ" π™²π™°πšπšƒπ™΄πš ([personal profile] revlon) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs 2019-02-05 12:33 pm (UTC)

this is so late i'm sorry

[ They're beating a hasty retreat but it's the only way they can make it out. There's no winning against these machines β€” she knows they're human beneath the armour, but the armour has her doubting it all the same. All you can do is buy time and hope it's enough. She's putting her first team's initial plan into play, the one that had Markus covering their exit with his shields, only this time she's the shield. She feels fairly confident she can turn her back on the UNA's guns and survive the spray of bullets.

Fairly confident.

So she ducks behind cover as Prompto's messages scroll across her vision then she takes a deep breath and dives for the other Morningstar agent, hauling them behind an overturned table and then heaving them into her arms with an almighty effort, ribs protesting all the way. ]


Right behind you.

[ She focuses, feeling the ripple of β€” something β€” across her back (turning into titanium from nape of the neck to tailbone), and then she runs. The bullets deflect off her, the force of them only serving to propel her forward, stumbling only once. She adjusts the agent in her arms into a fireman's carry once they're clear of danger and she reunites with Prompto in the alley between buildings. ]

Hurry, [ she says breathlessly, wincing β€” a stitch in her side or her injured ribs, what's the difference? ] They're right behind us. You all right?

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