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[b][color=E9DAA1]“That's a big no from me, Pubert,”[/color][/b] Yui replied to the undergrown youth, [b][color=E9DAA1]“if we get ganked, we'd have to deal with two nerds trying to fuss with batteries while our nonnegotiable gunner pal has to deal with all of them. With explosions. While they to take our juicy man goo. From two feet away, I'd say.”[/color][/b] Her tone was laced with a bit of venom, but still remained in her normal tongue-in-cheek tone. With a hop, skip, and a second skip, she was off to the races. She followed Falk away from their flying mobile base, trusting in his decision.

[b][color=E9DAA1]“Well, if they're following us, we don't gotta worry about where to go. Pubert, get on my ass and body block for me. Falk, uh, you do you. I don't know how the gunner 'do'.”[/color][/b]

Yui forged a path for the three compatriots, giving a soft whistle as she forged a path. Slowly, the ground began to squish and ick. It was soft and muddy. Yui didn't really like it at all. In fact, for a Striker, muddy ground was one of the biggest obstacles they had to overcome. If the ground was soft, your power was reduced. There was a chance of slipping and the low range of strikers meant that they had to overcome the soft earth to get to their targets. Of course, Falk could make a bridge between trees. That was stupid, though. If they were ganked, they were now fighting on a wire bridge and/or trees. Plus, they all got that comms message from Afterglow about a lost child. 

[b][color=E9DAA1]“Let's go detour out of this mud. I'd rather flop around on collapsing buildings rather than gunk up my shoes.”[/color][/b]

Yui had taken a leader's role. She was garbage at it, but she had taken it.