“right”, wraith murmured, realizing the implications behind his logic. it was going to burn. that stuff was deadly and wraith had no intention of letting more chemicals or experimental … anything into her body. but it was this or be shot. the answer was pretty clear.
worst case scenario she just punched a hole, escaped the gas briefly, right? it wasn’t like breathing in the void was any easier.
with a deep inhale, expanding her lungs for the inevitable holding of her breath she’ll need to don this run, she tugged her scarf up over her mouth. it was far from a perfect solution, but it might be functional enough to get her out of there.
“not that i have to tell you, but don’t worry about me. drop the gas and we run.”
With only a few precious moments for them to consider their next actions, Caustic takes in a deep breath and feels the very real air that tightens his chest. This was a shot in the dark, as they say since a full squad would be eyeing them down the whole time. Even if they are hidden within colorful fumes--one gust of strong wind could be their downfall--the enemy could still spray gunfire and manage to hit them.
Fingers tap against the metal rings of his canisters, eyes were drawn down in a brief moment of introspection. Wraith already made it clear that she’s willing to take the brunt of the gas but at the same time, Caustic thinks through the possibilities of her being able to out-snipe the enemy team.
Either they work together as their team is intended to, or they drop like flies due to incompatible natures. Brows knit together in a rather upset manner, the man standing (still behind the cover) and tossing out the first canister which inflates immediately.
“As much as I would love to watch you suffer, I need you functional if we’re to continue our path to victory.” His words are punctuated by a hand coming up to unfasten the mask he wears and shoving it into the woman’s chest, letting go of it so she would either grab it or drop it. He knows his eyesight isn’t suited for scopes and she was a better shot--simple as that.
A pistol is pulled from his belt holster and he shoots the first canister, motioning for her to take the lead. He would drop another past that one once they start heading through it.
