Her hand trembled. Finger on the trigger. So close. So close. One shot. Clean. Pilot and Savior, both gone in the blink of an eye. It wouldn't even be painful. She would be doing her a favor. A favor.

Still she hesitated. The cacophony filled her head.

"[color=gray]You have to—[/color]"

[i][color=black]KILL HER. END her. End this [i]waste.[/i] End it. END IT—[/color][/i]

"[color=gray]Quinn![/color]"

[i][color=black]Easy. Finish her. Just pull it, Quinnlash, and—[/color][/i]

Her hand quivered—shook—[i]tensed[/i]—so EASY—

[i][color=black]KILL HER—[/color][/i]

With a herculean effort, she [i]smashed[/i] the cannon into the ground and let it dissipate. Took her foot off of the shattered wreck of [i]Blotklau.[/i] And when she screamed this time, it wasn't the same roar she'd shown Roaki. It wasn't the shriek of panic, or the howl of pain. No. This was anger. Not [color=black]Quinnlash's.[/color] Not whatever was on the other side of [i]Ablaze.[/i] This was her anger alone, as she glared her one gleaming, cold white eye up at the swarm of carrion drones overhead.

"[color=ffe63d]Shut up! All of you, [i]just shut up![/i][/color]"

The numbness faded. The pain caught up, and she went down on one knee. Silence fell, both within her head and without. And still she carried on.

"[color=ffe63d]Does she [i]look[/i] like she can continue? [i]Sound[/i] like it? This duel is [i]over![/i][/color]" Her long, clawed fingers cut furrows in the earth as she dragged them into fists, and the burning grass around her raked pinprick burns along her leg. Her voice rippled, vibrated, like it couldn't even properly contain her anger. And she couldn't. She'd done what they asked. Fought their stupid battle. And she was [i]done.[/i] "[color=ffe63d]I am not killing her! I'm not pulling that trigger, and [i]NONE OF YOU[/i] can make me! Do you hear me, you [i]sick heartless bastards?[/i] She's not dying! [i]Nobody[/i] dies today![/color]"

She huffed. One breath. Two. Three. The anger flickered out just as quickly as it arrived, leaving her voice gray as ash; drained, hollow, and [i]tired.[/i] 

"[color=ffe63d]Now get me out of this thing.[/color]"

And Quinnlash Loughvein disconnected.