"[color=f26522][b]Leave it to a filthy kaiju to up and bust out some new hacky ability rather than having the good grace to fucking die.[/b][/color]" A terse and somewhat winded voice grumbled over the radio comms. This voice belonged to one Jacque Howell, a KDF fighter-in-training who was more than a little pissed off at the moment. Having landed with the batch of fighters that came in, Jacque had opted to focus more on helping assure that all civilians in the area had been evacuated when he realized that the kaiju being dealt with was a flyer. As he continued his search, the battle had been taken from the interior of Santa Fe to its outskirts as the creature was brought down, and he'd only been made aware of this after his comm had crackled to life and he spotted it further in the distance. 

Jacque had run as fast as his legs could carry him to reach the outskirts of the city, having arrived just after Akane gave her warning. The fighter had spared a moment to catch his breath and make a disparaging comment before actually trying to make a plan of attack. 

His attention now solely on combatting the kaiju, Jacque unfurled his whip and started to think. His weapon's lethality was of no use if he couldn't get within a few meters of the creature, and even if he could get airborne, the creature's 'teleportation' would just allow it to evade or counter with an attack of its own. Akiba was firing at the Claw, meaning it would hopefully be forced closer to the ground and be distracted, but it was still pretty unlikely that it would be close enough to attack. The fighter clucked his tongue as he spared a moment to think of each of the abilities of his team mates as he knew them until something clicked in his head courtesy of the arrival of Dennis. "[b][color=f26522]Late? Blink, you showed up just at the right time man. Hey, how good would you say your throwing arm is?[/color][/b]". From behind his glasses Jacque's eyes glinted with a somewhat disconcerting level of excitement, one that from a person like himself meant that he was about to do something that had the potential to be a smashing success, or a life threatening failure.