Quinn's right arm flew back to the cannon. She didn't want [i]Blotklau[/i]—good GOD that thing was terrifying—to get caught in the crossfire. She hoped she had the trajectory right. Aimed at the ground. Aimed at the [i]axe.[/i] And then, as it was nearly upon her, she pulled the trigger. There was a loud [i]crack[/i] as a bloom of white light rent the soil, sending the axe screaming into the air. Clods of earth sprayed out, pinging uselessly against the advancing horror of [i]Blotklau[/i]. 

But that wasn't the point.

It all worked according to plan. The kick of the cannon—the sheer force of the shockwave—exploded so close to her that she was sent rocketing into the air. She spared just a moment to check behind herself and adjust for landing before looking forward again. Good, she'd only cleared a valley between two hills. Hoppping out of the crater she'd left, she huffed out a shaky breath and swore quietly off of comms. "[color=ffe63d]I can't believe that worked.[/color]" 

She'd taken some breathing room. But she knew from the footage she'd seen that [i]Blotklau[/i] could cover that space in the blink of an eye. And the way it had run at her had only reinforced that. She clenched her jaw tight, jagged teeth scraping against each other with a sound like falling stones. She couldn't get too far away. Not until she phased. She'd even gone too far just then. The less she did that, the better.

She tensed her muscles to dodge. Blinked. Recalled.

[i][color=skyblue]Remember, don’t watch my hands, watch me. Watch my body, watch my eyes. Don’t try to figure out what I’m going to do, I’ll tell you. You just have to listen.[/color][/i]

"[color=ffe63d]You won't be killing anybody like that, kiddo. Who taught you to throw?[/color]" Keep her talking, keep her mad, keep her [i]predictable[/i]. She hated this, and she hated herself for doing it. But it was better than the alternative. Anything was better than the alternative. She counted the seconds as they ticked down. [i][color=ffe63d]Phase. Phase already.[/color][/i]