There were few words more terrifying to hear from a pilot than: “[i]Trust me[/i]”, but Besca didn’t object, because there also few words that could make her feel as helpless. [i][color=gray]Trust her,[/color][/i] she thought. [i][color=gray]Well I don’t have much of a choice.[/color][/i]

She watched as [i]Blotklau[/i] took a few starting steps forward, only to stop as Quinn…taunted her? Besca balked, she wouldn’t have thought Quinn capable of insult. Then again, up until last week, she wouldn’t have thought her capable of swearing, either. It was a crass jab, and, frankly, about as blatant a play as she’d ever seen anyone make. 

And it seemed to work like a charm. 

“[color=ec008c]Oh, I get it,[/color]” Roaki growled in her head. “[color=ec008c]You think making me mad’ll get me to kill you quick?[/color]”

[i]Blotklau[/i] hunched, her hands flew out wide and her claws tore unreal holes into the air. Swiping her arms across her chest, the axes flew into being, blades bursting to life with white fire. 

“[color=ec008c]Tough fucking luck! I’m gonna pull you apart slow and [i]careful[/i]! You’re not gonna die ‘til I [i]say[/i] you can die![/color]”

The girl screamed fury, but even with her voice in the comms, [i]Blotklau[/i]’s roar was louder. The Savior broke into a mad sprint, low and nimble, closing the distance with frightening speed. With only a hill between them, she reeled back one of her axes and threw it in a whirling arc for [i]Ablaze[/i]’s leg, poising to lash out with the other.