[The damaged wing sparks and sputters at random intervals, sending a shock up Angela's spine that snaps her into lucidity.]
I can maybe glide. And not far. [She doesn't want to risk going too high with that sniper still out there. Thankfully, the fall seemed to have only stunned her, the cut shallow- she'll be able to run if it comes to that. She sneaks a glance at the figure approaching them, a confused look on her face.]
Who- [Was he here for her? She stares at the mask as if she could deduce its wearer's identity, nearly forgetting that their lives were at stake. Her head throbs in pain and she hisses, leaning into Genji's arms.]
I know this camp better than he does. [Her voice drops to a fast whisper as she slowly removes her pistol from its holster.] I can get away if-
[Sweat mixes blood as she lifts the gun, knowing the time for talk is over. She looks up at him, blue eyes burning with determination- in one smooth movement she abruptly aims the pistol over his shoulder and fires at their opponent. Angela doesn't look back when she flies- nearly literally- from Genji's arms, swiftly disappearing around several stacked crates and into a labyrinth of tents. Her feet practically drag along the ground and after several seconds her damaged wing finally gives out- she barely catches herself from falling into the dirt.
She forces herself to break into a frantic run towards the evacuation zone, dreading the sound of two shotguns firing.]
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I can maybe glide. And not far. [She doesn't want to risk going too high with that sniper still out there. Thankfully, the fall seemed to have only stunned her, the cut shallow- she'll be able to run if it comes to that. She sneaks a glance at the figure approaching them, a confused look on her face.]
Who- [Was he here for her? She stares at the mask as if she could deduce its wearer's identity, nearly forgetting that their lives were at stake. Her head throbs in pain and she hisses, leaning into Genji's arms.]
I know this camp better than he does. [Her voice drops to a fast whisper as she slowly removes her pistol from its holster.] I can get away if-
[Sweat mixes blood as she lifts the gun, knowing the time for talk is over. She looks up at him, blue eyes burning with determination- in one smooth movement she abruptly aims the pistol over his shoulder and fires at their opponent. Angela doesn't look back when she flies- nearly literally- from Genji's arms, swiftly disappearing around several stacked crates and into a labyrinth of tents. Her feet practically drag along the ground and after several seconds her damaged wing finally gives out- she barely catches herself from falling into the dirt.
She forces herself to break into a frantic run towards the evacuation zone, dreading the sound of two shotguns firing.]