[hr][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/720128036456103966/1165822098212651048/Raven_Banner.png?ex=65483f70&is=6535ca70&hm=197c3d346a4a06efc92088206b5f6fe3d348d72e46d5cf47343a9bca255170a6&[/img][/center][right][b]Interactions:[/b] Barn Owl, Shrike.[/right][right][b][code]The Beach[/code][/b][/right][hr]

[color=DarkGray]“Don’t need anyone to watch my ass, you two.”[/color] Crow rolled her eyes. It was something she rarely said without meaning it, but if the boys were committed to it, there wasn’t much else she could say. She engaged her Overboost module, another loud boom sounding throughout the battlefield as she zoomed along the side of the cliff. After a few seconds, she turned it off, letting her machine crash into the waves while it recharged. She took a moment to study her sensors. She could still see the fighters, and the drones, and her teammates. Her feed from Gizzard’s guitar provided another source of intel, even if she wasn’t positioned to take advantage of it just yet. Crow’s opening had no doubt pissed off the opposition, but the rest of the team was posing way too much of a threat for them to pursue her. And with the fighters going scorched earth, that left less missiles to turn on her… 

[quote=Barn Owl]”Kill anything on my tail!"[/quote]

[color=DarkGray]“Yup…”[/color] Crow said slowly. [color=DarkGray]“Gimme a second.”[/color] She waited for a few agonizing moments, listening to the explosions cut through the forest…

[color=DarkGray][i]Yeah, now’s good.[/i][/color]

Her Shell sprung its legs out and leapt dozens of meters into the air, easily clearing the cliff as her boosters kept her afloat. She raised her rifle, and fired, calling one shot on each of the fighters chasing down Barn Owl.

[color=DarkGray]“One…”[/color] A bullet crashed straight through the fuselage, turning a fighter into a fireball.

[color=DarkGray]“Two…”[/color] A wing shattered into fragments, sending another careening into the dirt.

[color=DarkGray]“Three…”[/color] A particularly gruesome hit straight to the cockpit. 

[color=DarkGray]“Bingo.”[/color] The bullet only lightly grazed one of the engines, but that was still enough to send it out of control. [color=DarkGray]“That’s four confirmed down.”[/color] As maneuverable as they were, your average fighter might as well be made out of tinfoil once the big guns came out, and no amount of chaff or fancy maneuvering was going to dodge good old fashioned ballistics paired with a high end targeting system. Crow watched as Barn Owl’s shell zoomed towards her position. With him safe, she turned her focus towards the rest of the aircraft, plucking away at them one by one while none of them had the bright idea to rush her down.

[color=DarkGray]“You got a plan now that you’re here, Barn?”[/color] CROW-III descended back down behind the cliff to reload.