[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qFC355N.png?2[/img][/center][hr][hr][right][sub][color=1a7b30][b]Location:[/b] Cross-street Battleground @ The Ruined City[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=007236][b]Date:[/b] February 23, 2057[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=00746b][b]Time:[/b] 11:11[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=0076a3][b]Interactions:[/b]  Ajax [@DClassified], everyone else on the Rear Team mentioned.[/color][/sub][/right][hr][hr]
Lys had been preparing to loose another shot - expanding head and not explosive, since she had zero desire to blow herself up - when she'd caught sight of Ajax hurtling her way. It was an act of trust, putting your life in someone else's hands, but not an unfamiliar one, and one she'd been on both ends of. She kept her bow raised, arrow nocked, until she was sure he'd dealt with the problem. Her hands went immediately to her wheels then in a vain attempt to preempt the embarrassment of being lifted out. [color=7FFFD4][i]It's just the wheelchair equivalent of getting your foot stuck under something,[/i][/color] she counseled herself, [color=7FFFD4][i]Could've happened to anyone.[/i][/color] Yet, Lysandra was smart enough not to believe her own bullshit. Maybe, someday, she'd be able to accept with grace that she did pretty damned well with half a working body - well enough that she had value to these people - and that it was okay if she needed more help sometimes. That moment did not come now, however.

Ajax jostled her loose. [color=ed1c24][b]"I thought you trained to have a leg up on those kinds of obstacles…”[/b][/color] he teased, and she glared lasers at him as he handed her controller back. [color=7FFFD4][b]"I usually rely on force of [i]arms[/i],"[/b][/color] she replied, putting hands to wheels. [color=7FFFD4][b]"But I wanted to keep you sharp. Plus -"[/b][/color] she smiled sweetly and shrugged [color=7FFFD4][b]"- turning down the chance to be rescued by the Sword of Cerberus [i]himself?[/i][/b]"[/color] She arched an eyebrow. [color=7FFFD4][b]"I don't think so,"[/b][/color] she cooed, pausing and perhaps blushing a little. She needed a breath just to say the words: [color=7FFFD4][b]"Thanks, Chop-Chop."[/b][/color] In return, she received a simple nod.

Then, Lys turned on the spot, dusting off the controller on her lap and taking stock of things. Sage and Princess were orbiting and Desmond had his glaive stuck in a Thrall's eye socket. It dispersed presently and it appeared to have been the last in the immediate area. Meanwhile, Dallas seemed to have overcome the Tent that had ambushed him and Vincent was almost up in the A-type's grille, about to feed it a righteous knuckle sandwich. [color=7FFFD4][b]"So um... should we -"[/b][/color] Ajax pulled his sword and pointed it just as a Kruger Thrall came barreling around the ruined car. Lysandra whipped out the pistol taped to the bottom of her seat and put two rounds into its head. It fell and dispersed. She let out a breath and lowered her gun. Ajax, for his part, returned the sword to its sheath, seeming completely unbothered. [color=7FFFD4][b]"So yeah,"[/b][/color] Lys continued, [color=7FFFD4][b]"think we should... help those guys or whatever?"[/b][/color]

Ajax peered over that way and furrowed his brow. [color=ed1c24][b]"We'll see,"[/b][/color] he replied, voice almost evaluative. [color=ed1c24][b]"Check your devices to make sure they are still functioning well enough."[/b][/color]

[color=7FFFD4][b]"Yeah,"[/b][/color] she agreed. [color=7FFFD4][b]"They look alright."[/b][/color] She flipped the controller over on her lap just to be sure, [color=7FFFD4][b]"but I should check."[/b][/color] With that, she lowered the headset over her eyes, took up the joystick, and was flying once again.
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