[ She gears up quickly as soon as she's heard the distress call, a horrible feeling in her stomach.
It's worse than she imagines.
The smell of smoke, flesh, copper -- it's the smell of war. A war none of them are prepared for. This had been her fear since her unwilling arrival and now this only solidifies the fact. The UE soldiers are coordinated, with a plan, and her side is scrambled all over the place. Desperation is heavy in the air. ]
a )
[ There's no time to stand around in silent horror, so she quells her intense feelings for now, putting them to better use. A burning adrenaline courses through her like she's never felt before and she begins her own assault on any and all soldiers she can get her hands on. Executing well-timed kicks and punches left and right, she takes down any soldier without holding back. Hopefully her training has paid off -- she'll need every ounce of her strength with the amount of soldiers pouring out from every corner. ]
b )
[ It's becoming more and more apparent that no matter how many arms, legs, and jaws she breaks, the soldiers practically spawn back in greater numbers. She hears the clicking of the guns before she can get a visual on it and she bolts behind an overturned car, bullets ricocheting everywhere. She feels one whiz past her shoulder, just barely missing her.
She needs to get to higher ground and fast. Just as her grappling hook extends, a soldier barrels himself into her, knocking the wind out of her. There's a struggle as she manages to get herself upright, but she needs to get this bastard off. He hangs on tightly, extending his hand for a knife he's armed with. The heel of her boot slams directly onto his face and blood and pain obscures his vision.
And then something clinks nearby and her head jerks up to see a grenade. She leaps away quickly and runs, but the explosion knocks her away and possibly into another Transport who's happened upon her at the wrong time. ]
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It's worse than she imagines.
The smell of smoke, flesh, copper -- it's the smell of war. A war none of them are prepared for. This had been her fear since her unwilling arrival and now this only solidifies the fact. The UE soldiers are coordinated, with a plan, and her side is scrambled all over the place. Desperation is heavy in the air. ]
a )
[ There's no time to stand around in silent horror, so she quells her intense feelings for now, putting them to better use. A burning adrenaline courses through her like she's never felt before and she begins her own assault on any and all soldiers she can get her hands on. Executing well-timed kicks and punches left and right, she takes down any soldier without holding back. Hopefully her training has paid off -- she'll need every ounce of her strength with the amount of soldiers pouring out from every corner. ]
b )
[ It's becoming more and more apparent that no matter how many arms, legs, and jaws she breaks, the soldiers practically spawn back in greater numbers. She hears the clicking of the guns before she can get a visual on it and she bolts behind an overturned car, bullets ricocheting everywhere. She feels one whiz past her shoulder, just barely missing her.
She needs to get to higher ground and fast. Just as her grappling hook extends, a soldier barrels himself into her, knocking the wind out of her. There's a struggle as she manages to get herself upright, but she needs to get this bastard off. He hangs on tightly, extending his hand for a knife he's armed with. The heel of her boot slams directly onto his face and blood and pain obscures his vision.
And then something clinks nearby and her head jerks up to see a grenade. She leaps away quickly and runs, but the explosion knocks her away and possibly into another Transport who's happened upon her at the wrong time. ]