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[color=cyan][i]...Dude, seriously?[/i][/color]

Well, at least he had a sense of humour about this whole thing. Robin could appreciate someone willing to trade barbed words in the middle of a fight, although it didn't stop it from getting kind of annoying. [color=cyan]"If you put half as much effort into hitting me as you do hitting [i]on[/i] me, you might stand a chance."[/color] For the former, at least - the chances of success for the latter option were less than zero.

She wasn't floating particularly quickly, to be fair, which made it easy enough to figure out why she was moving. Seeing him prepare to launch another volley, she - with a look in her eyes that said she did [i]not[/i] appreciate having to do it - cut away the power-affected fabric and fell to the floor in the nick of time, watching the projectiles fly over her head.

More explosions--

[color=cyan][i]Was that a Protectorate aircraft?[/i][/color] No time to analyse, but Pipeline's arrival had been bad enough. If there was a chance of arrest coming into the picture too, well, it was about time to jump ship. Gladius didn't pay her enough to get arrested, exploded, or dissolved in acid. She'd made a little bit of an impact, but this was out of her league; if there was a problem with that, she'd deal with it later.

Besides, loyalty went both ways; and she wasn't feeling much support from her so-called allies right about now. And hey, if they didn't want to support her properly, she was under no obligation to do anything similar for them. This encounter had revealed enough about her weaknesses for her to plan some new developments, and she'd given fixing the situation a try, but... well, no-one had told her to do any more than provide some help. Which she'd done.

New priority, get the hell out. Easier said than done with one functioning hand.

Lunging forward again, she kicked away the makeshift crutch, placing a half-extended blade to Askaryan's throat. [color=cyan]"One, you owe me a new outfit. Two, what say you give up the fight so I can tell Gladius I contributed, help me get the hell out before we both get arrested or your boss blows me to bits,"[/color] she nodded her head towards the chaotic battlefield, [color=cyan]"and maybe I'll think about taking a job or two sometime."[/color] The way she saw it, it was an offer he couldn't refuse.

Partly because he wouldn't be going anywhere fast without her help, but mostly because she had two very very sharp blades that, while she wasn't willing to murder someone in cold blood, were more than capable of slicing him into ribbons either way. It wasn't a chance many people would want to take.