Sigma stood still, irresponsive. That voice. [i]THAT GODDAMN VOICE.[/i] Her lips quivered, as she felt everything sinking down in her stomach, becoming a knot of lead. She wanted to crawl to safety, but she already was inside a framewerk in the thick of the action, for good or bad.

[i]No no no no nope no no...[/i] Her mind stammered, as blood flushed away from her face. How arrogant had she been. Worst case scenario? Hah, that had been too naive. Lorenzo had surpassed every single expectation in that regard, with that one person.

[i]Her laughter, her glare, her grin, her kick as she was sent sprawling in the floor with a broken arm.[/i]

[i]"Goddamn doll."[/i]

She flailed, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. One step above being outright paralyzed by fear, but, deep inside, she endured. She had to. She was a servitor of humanity. And right now, the fellow pilots needed her. She was crying. She needed to stop. A waste of energy. There could be consequences.

She didn't care. Irina Spanova was bad news. She managed to hit the switches after her third attempt, as she managed to switch the team communication. A crude map was displayed. Elora. She had been mean to that kid, she thought. But still, she was responding, she was doing something. Unlike Sigma. [i]Stupid Sigma.[/i] 

"...no..." She pressed into the Intercom, hesitation and quivering in her voice making the word sound like a child's plea rather than a soldier. "...that...might...not..." She swallowed."Irina...Irina's the current ace of the framewerk program, not a cadet." She managed to scrape out of her mind, struggling even with mere words."My trainer." A sob. "Synch rate 88% and I can't even land a hit in her."

[i]Keep talking, Sigma![/i] She said to herself, as she finally managed to grit her teeth, slowly but surely weathering the shock. "She must be ...avoided... at all costs. She has both melee and range. And she'll be piloting a black mech with a sword and a rifle, called the Sköll." She paused. Her fear-clogged gears began to work and twist. [i]Know your enemy. Know yourself.[/i]

"...but I might be able to divert her attention if the need arises. She hates me, and she'll attack me with little provocation." Sigma added. "However, the forest is suboptimal for me. The Eiswolf has a long range of movement but a sniper weapon, If I were to be most optimal I would have to take the tower." 

She panned. "It would be wise to scout that area aswell, since it can give a big strategical edge to whomever reaches it first. I'm going there. If I run into trouble, I shall retreat into the Pillars."

Sigma mentally swallowed, as she started to ignite her special thruster. "I want strawberry cake after this... what a day..." She muttered, not realizing that due to her emotional distress, she had committed a newbie's mistake. Her still live cam showed all the blood returning to her face in a blush. "FUEEEEEH! THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE-" She adding cutting communication, and raising herself at cruise speed towards the tower.

It was going to be tough, but she wasn't alone. She twirled in the air, like a skilled dogfighter as she approached the tower, weapon at the ready.

[i]It's all or nothing.[/i]