Speeder01
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Yoshida noticed several things as she rocketed towards the only designated medic on the team- the first was, Tsugaka. She was good. REALLY good. Yoshida was sure that from what she'd seen so far, perhaps only her skill in evasion was the only one that matched up with the Oni, but being quite proud of her own ability to fight in close combat, that was yet to be seen. Despite Tsugaka's astounding skill however, she was quickly running out of places to run as far as the black cat could see. Yoshida absolutely itched to abandon her own well being and assist- who needed all that blood any way right? But orders were orders, and they all had their job to do. Tsugaka was just doing hers. It wouldn't be right to send wing B to extract her, only to fail the mission and let the bombers get through. She could only hope that the medic patched her up in time so she could get out there herself. Even now, She looked like she was being worn down... Yoshida hoped that wasn't the case. Especially as she was fully aware that she was putting herself in such a perilous position for the sake of her own wing.
The second, far less important thing, was the fact her armor was no longer quite so pristine. It was stained red at the stumps of her legs, and splattered with a small amount boiled blood and slagged fighter across her right side. In the heat of the moment she hadn't realized just how messy cutting through something with the plasma blade truly was- usually she had used her Gatling rifle afterall.
Oh, and Matsuvo was trying to do the same thing as Tsugaka, with less grace and more brute force. Rather than directly admonish him- she once again put markers over the bombers, along with timers indicating aproximately when each one would arrive in optimal firing distance for the eucharis. Something she was sure her wing would understand.
She arrived at the medic's location, still observing the battlefield with her gun raised high. Silent as, her voice was still waivering. The stained, legless armor silently gestured to its legs before giving a thumbs up- no sign of shakyness at all primarily thanks to the armor itself doing virtually all of the moving for her. "Above all else, we have our jobs to do!" Was sent as a text only message to her fellow armors.
The second, far less important thing, was the fact her armor was no longer quite so pristine. It was stained red at the stumps of her legs, and splattered with a small amount boiled blood and slagged fighter across her right side. In the heat of the moment she hadn't realized just how messy cutting through something with the plasma blade truly was- usually she had used her Gatling rifle afterall.
Oh, and Matsuvo was trying to do the same thing as Tsugaka, with less grace and more brute force. Rather than directly admonish him- she once again put markers over the bombers, along with timers indicating aproximately when each one would arrive in optimal firing distance for the eucharis. Something she was sure her wing would understand.
She arrived at the medic's location, still observing the battlefield with her gun raised high. Silent as, her voice was still waivering. The stained, legless armor silently gestured to its legs before giving a thumbs up- no sign of shakyness at all primarily thanks to the armor itself doing virtually all of the moving for her. "Above all else, we have our jobs to do!" Was sent as a text only message to her fellow armors.