The mission's going as smooth as could be hoped, better than he'd guessed, all's relatively well-
Then snap goes the trap and that's when shit seems to pitch sideways. A flurry of movement and crackling power as the 'dead' leap up, shots are fired and it pitches him right fucking back to the war and the trenches and the bone deep certainty that the only way to survive means murdering anything that moves-
No, that's panic. That's pragmatism. This is hotter, less focused, less logical and it fucking staggers York for all of two point three five seconds as Delta gets HIS head out of the sudden wave of whatever the hell it is and locks down. They'd been twisted up and used once before. Not again. Rage was unfamiliar to Delta, belonged to his brother, a cooler kind of anger is what he held. Not this desire for blood and bone and murder. Too much like the Silent Horizon, like the faceless, and it makes it almost easy to reach in and flip the switch that shuts off that particular swell of emotion for York.
They can argue about the ethics of that later.
Off goes the nuke, in goes Reaper, and bright goes the first thing York snagged near him that wasn't a person. Some kind of debris that takes a charge like a dream. Reaper's got one- York? Can cover Wash till he gets some distance. "Watch your eyes!"
Disable and disorient. Flashbang, ho! York hurls the charged debris at the Daxamite nearest Wash, nudging luck just enough in their mutual favor to ensure his teammate doesn't get hit.
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Then snap goes the trap and that's when shit seems to pitch sideways. A flurry of movement and crackling power as the 'dead' leap up, shots are fired and it pitches him right fucking back to the war and the trenches and the bone deep certainty that the only way to survive means murdering anything that moves-
No, that's panic. That's pragmatism. This is hotter, less focused, less logical and it fucking staggers York for all of two point three five seconds as Delta gets HIS head out of the sudden wave of whatever the hell it is and locks down. They'd been twisted up and used once before. Not again. Rage was unfamiliar to Delta, belonged to his brother, a cooler kind of anger is what he held. Not this desire for blood and bone and murder. Too much like the Silent Horizon, like the faceless, and it makes it almost easy to reach in and flip the switch that shuts off that particular swell of emotion for York.
They can argue about the ethics of that later.
Off goes the nuke, in goes Reaper, and bright goes the first thing York snagged near him that wasn't a person. Some kind of debris that takes a charge like a dream. Reaper's got one- York? Can cover Wash till he gets some distance. "Watch your eyes!"
Disable and disorient. Flashbang, ho! York hurls the charged debris at the Daxamite nearest Wash, nudging luck just enough in their mutual favor to ensure his teammate doesn't get hit.