America wishes this was the strangest thing she'd ever seen. Watching the dome fill up, she can't help but wonder if this was what an eating contest looked like from inside a fatty's stomach. In the red corner, Fastbelly Frank. And in the blue corner, Expanding Ernie. What a waste.
She spares North a glance. "Only if you don't have any grenades to drop in after them." Sure, she's got more hi-ex rounds in another clip, but she doesn't exactly want to poke her head down there for those two to take a potshot or two.
"We should probably get your top off and put on some bandages, though." She holds out an arm, silently offering to support him. "Putting some distance between us and them takes priority, though." Especially since that shield held up under her explosive rounds. If she ever meets the big guy again, she's gonna need more gun.
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She spares North a glance. "Only if you don't have any grenades to drop in after them." Sure, she's got more hi-ex rounds in another clip, but she doesn't exactly want to poke her head down there for those two to take a potshot or two.
"We should probably get your top off and put on some bandages, though." She holds out an arm, silently offering to support him. "Putting some distance between us and them takes priority, though." Especially since that shield held up under her explosive rounds. If she ever meets the big guy again, she's gonna need more gun.