Freddie Blackwell
"... You know I could have flew ya' up there, Freddie." Tanya chirped in through the monitor.
"Well, yes," he chuckled. "But I have my macho pride to uphold!" he joked, though it probably wasn't the time for it. Freddie's restlessness was most evident in moments of wait such as this: patience was not his strong point. Still, his eyes were fixed upon the thick shroud of fog he'd conjured to conceal the base. He was quite impressed with it; he had a tendency to sometimes make them a little light and wispy, and he was thankful he'd managed to pull through on this occasion.
That's when he heard it: a low and primal roar, that seemed to shake the very facility beneath him. It seemed the All-Stars had decided against a stealthy approach, and Freddie prepared himself for whatever might be coming his way. Of course, he wasn't sure what to expect: which team would they send? How would they move? But of one thing he was sure: he hadn't expected to ride in on a
dragon.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered, smirking to himself. They could all say what they wanted about S'tann, but he had an appealing element of theatre and spectacle about him; more akin to a pantomime villain than an evil warlord. "It seems we have company," he said clearly into the commlink. "They're heading straight for us. Expect them any moment." he said, before watching the dragon dive back into the fog, which earned a chuckle from the Brit. "Not so fast."
With apparent ease, Freddie moved his arms outwards; like Moses parting the Red Sea, the fog swiftly and efficiently split into and dissipated as it swept itself away. The benefit of this meant that the whole team would be able to see their opponents now, and intervene as they saw fit. It also meant Freddie was free to focus on other things.
He was in the flow of things now: the adrenaline and presence of the situation driving him forward. He raised his arms to the skies, and began swinging them in large circles above his head. He'd done only a few rotations before the effects became clear: an incredibly strong wind began to whip around the base, a vortex of sorts encircling the facility that only increased in speed and ferocity the more Freddie worked it. As it blew, it picked up large amounts of snow and whirled them around aggressively, making the winds visible as the flurry of white span violently.
"I'd like to see you fly smoothly in
that," Freddie gloated to himself as his hair fluttered wildly in the eye of the blizzard. He hoped his efforts had been enough to ground his opponents; he had no doubt they would make it into the base eventually, they were a competent bunch. But it was his job to slow them down at any cost.
Through the snowstorm, he was able to make out a lone figure approaching the base from a different angle; though he wasn't sure who. Soon enough, the figure had grown too close for Freddie to see them from his vantage point. He buzzed into the communicator once more.
"There's a lone agent approaching. It seems all the noise was but a distraction: he isn't heading for the entrance so I expect him to infiltrate by some other means. It's probably Jack." he said, realising that he was probably the best option the opposition had for a stealth attack. "Hit him extra hard for me."
