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Thunder cracked in her face, as she was awash with the nova of blue and white cast off by the harmless flames, too far from her skin but not far enough from her space. That one had been close... if she breathed in deep, she could taste the explosives on the air— acrid cordite and phosphorous, like if she'd burned a packet of her fertilizer and mixed it with dust. They sure weren't pulling any punches for a training exercise...

[color=00a651][i]Guess they expect big things. Far be it from me to say they're wrong![/i][/color]

She couldn't make eye contact to show her appreciation to her dear [i]feuer fraulein[/i] thanks to the swath of drones fast approaching, in no small part thanks to the selfsame explosion she'd caused. Unfortunate, and she hated not getting a chance to see her purple clouds poking out from beneath the scarf, buuuuuut she'd have to make do.

Feeling a big ol' brawl coming wasn't a terrible problem to have.

She flashed a thumbs up high in the air, her grin carrying through the bellowing voice that echoed through the street.

[color=00a651]"Nice shot! I owe ya!"[/color]

As she was about to hunch low and gamely growl a line about being all tied up at one-all, a flash of light caught the shattered glass of the windows she'd sent her kill tumbling through, stemming from the sky high above. It wasn't the brilliant blossoms of explosive amber, azure, or scarlet that they'd all just created here... Then what the hell was—

"More coming down the intersection— prepare to engage."

She felt them coming, only second away at the furthest, but was already quizzically looking up when her earpiece had crackled to life with its electric whine. In that span, she saw a dark, unnatural shape— and perched on the roof adjacent, just shy a line of smoke tipped by a crimson, molten edge to the balcony,

[color=00a651]"Crystal—!"[/color]

Before she could finish the thought, let alone a sentence, she was interrupted by the luminous snap and eye-searing cascade, blued white filling her view as a symphony of floodlights clicked on from either side of their not-exactly-a-formation, casting her girls in stark relief against the ruined concrete. It was impossible to be truly surrounded in this terrain, but this was as close as you got in lieu of that.

Not good on either front, not if you looked at it from plain tactics... she had to do something to consolidate the threat.

Selma stomped roughly, sending out a pulse of vibration that rushed through the ground and felt for what came back, looking for— [color=00a651][i]there.[/i][/color]

She burst into motion, Nox-infused legs carrying her to the ruined office where her first kill lied, torn and twisted.

It was a snap decision, the kind she felt came the easiest. These guys they could handle, they'd proven that without a scratch to show for the first wave. That thing up there... 

After hunting down a suitably large hunk of debris, a block of rebar and cement only slightly smaller than a dumpster, she gripped it tight. With a mighty roar she pulled it around, wrenching her arms—

...She just didn't like the look of that stinger. Why not swat the bug?

—and sending it hurtling, end over end, towards the flyer.