[ It all happens almost too fast to register - things are going according to plan, and then they're not, and then they are again, but - When did Hawke get here? Why is she doing stupid shit? That's his thing. He has time to wonder about the extent of her stupidity before everything is white and hot and - briefly - nothing at all. This part is familiar too, and no less unpleasant. He wishes they didn't have to keep dispatching enemies this way.
When he comes to, at least several feet away from where this all took place and most definitely flat on the floor, it's still not clear what exactly happened. The arc reactor, always visible even through black shirts, is flickering treacherously, and everything within four feet might be smoking a little, but he's alive. For now. One step at a time.
He gestures weakly in the direction of whatever's left of Lame Hawke at the moment, though it's more like vaguely jerking his arm while he hopes his heart doesn't do something really stupid, like decide to have a heart attack when he's got better things to do. ]
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When he comes to, at least several feet away from where this all took place and most definitely flat on the floor, it's still not clear what exactly happened. The arc reactor, always visible even through black shirts, is flickering treacherously, and everything within four feet might be smoking a little, but he's alive. For now. One step at a time.
He gestures weakly in the direction of whatever's left of Lame Hawke at the moment, though it's more like vaguely jerking his arm while he hopes his heart doesn't do something really stupid, like decide to have a heart attack when he's got better things to do. ]
That's for wrecking Pep's favorite chandelier.
[ There's always time for a quip. Git gud. ]