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Crow felt her heart skip a beat as she saw Ossifrage disappear from the readout. She didn’t even see it happen… but she knew what it meant just as well.

A moment later, though, she was back in the game. She’d seen people die before. Allies she’d never really talked to, comrades, partners, all shot down or left for dead. She’d been fighting for most of her life, and if you couldn’t process seeing a dozen infantrymen get turned into paste right in front of your eyes in time to respond, you ended up joining them. None of that bullshit heroics they liked to feed Shell pilots, either.

[quote=Barn Owl][color=fdc68a]"[color=DarkGray]Crow...[/color] I'm going to become a fucking problem now. Watch your own back."[/color][/quote]

Case in fucking point.

[color=DarkGray]“God damnit…”[/color] Crow hissed under her breath. She’d smack the old man upside the head, if she could. Better both of them than her, but that didn’t mean she wanted him potentially throwing his life away either. Even if he had this one Shell, people make big mistakes when they lose their cool.

Crow assessed the situation.

[color=DarkGray]“Ava,”[/color] She said. [color=DarkGray]“I don’t think I can make a shot on that thing while it’s got ECM and three friendlies tearing it up. I’m gonna help Magpie clear the fighters.”[/color] Her Shell strafed along the ground, boosters lighting up like flares in the rain. She moved erratically, carefully tuning and intensifying her boosters for occasional short hops of vertical movement. It was a trick she’d learned from an older pilot before they bit the dust; less energy-intensive than spamming quickboosts, but still great at fooling automated tracking. Especially when it came to long-range battles, and especially when it came to fighting unmanned Murakumo units. She picked off a couple fighters when they poked their noses above the canopy, but made sure to keep the majority of her attention locked on the [i]Ushi-oni.[/i]

[color=DarkGray]“Also…”[/color] Crow toggled the settings on her comms, voice cautiously hushed. This was something she wanted to keep between her and Ava, for now. [color=DarkGray]“Not giving up yet, but it’s looking like shit could go south pretty damn fast. Is Shayton gonna be able to pull us out if we need it?”[/color]