Six overheard 066 yelling something about freedom and could only hope his outbursts meant they were winning. After all, who would have the time for rallying statements shouted in the air if they weren’t? She continued holding Shin’s hand, standing behind him and 080, hearing them as they fought, growls, heavy breathing as Shin tired, more gunshots. Next thing she knew though she was being shoved hard. Letting out an ‘umph’ she ended up half on top of Shin, half on the floor, hearing a loud blast. She groaned softly, having hit her head on the floor and rubbing the spot as she sat up, turning towards where the blast came from. She heard 080’s voice say something about 4 seconds and breathed a sigh of relief that whatever had hit him, and that he had saved them from, hadn’t killed him. What the heck was he made out of? She gently found Shin’s hand again and squeezed it, worry furrowing her brow. 

[b]”Are you alright?”[/b] she asked, unsure if 080’s shove had harmed him.

[i]That hurt a bit. Note to self, rockets are pretty effective on me.[/i] 

[b]”You took a rocket for me?!”[/b] Subject Six said, bewildered as she turned to Eighty’s voice. Not to mention a bit frightened that rockets were being shot at them at all. [b]”How can you be okay?”[/b] she asked, terribly worried and upset. [b]”Seriously, let me stand in front of you, tell me clock directions, like 12 o’clock, and you two rest!”[/b] she said like a mother to her children, not wanting that either would be hurt.