“DON’T WORRY, EVEN WITHOUT A JETPACK, I MOVE FAST,” Brynn assures her, continuing to lure their foolish, overconfident adversaries closer to the tank. He moves backward slowly, giving up the façade of a reluctant retreat so they remain unware of his and Fennec’s plan. Using a small, subtle nod as a means of thanking Fennec for covering him, he walks a few yards back still, only stopping to glance over his shoulder to check to see how far away he is from the tank.
Taking one, two more steps back, he continues to fire his blaster with one hand, while pulling an ascension gun from his belt with the other. “On the count of three,” he whispers into his comm, “one, two… three!” And on three he’s flying through the air, the ascension gun pulling him to safety on a nearby rooftop. He’s not a fan of heights, admittedly, but being up high beats being toast.
SHE SNORTED AT HIS WORDS. AT least he had a jetpack. Maybe she could invest in one at some point. The idea was nice, but she felt she would never get used to it. Besides, she did her best work when on the ground rather than air.
FENNEC CONTINUED TO MAKE COVER FIRE for the other, and soon after, finding the tank that was her main target. She listened to his words, nodding as if he could see her in her position, letting him know she agreed. Once he said the last number, her finger pulled the trigger. The blaster bolt struck the tank with ease, and instantly, there was an explosion. A bright fiery image, wrapping around the enemy, greedy for kindle. Men screamed, scattering away from the blast. Fennec then shot up from her spot, and slid down the hill on her hip.
ONCE SHE HIT THE GROUND, HER blaster was brought back up. She shot two, three, people in the first few seconds on her landing. Fennec didn’t see any other living being, so she allowed her muscles to loosen. She breathed in and out softly, helm shifted upwards to her companion, “ Not bad. ”