Pidge had only a few seconds to do a lot of things completely perfectly...
Get out of the way while Foxface barreled down the walkway with all the power of a freight train. Catch the side of a heavily vibrating metal platform. Duck under that platform and cling to the rims to shield her from the grenade.
Hang on for dear life as the explosion deafened her for a second time in not even 10 minutes. Ignore the stinging in her arms and the burning sensation on her exposed fingers. Hope Foxface didn't come back to step on her hands and-
The sounds of metal crushing metal only faintly got through the ringing in her ears, but it wasn't hard to guess what happened, especially without the constant shaking of the crushers.
That was that then. Pidge slowly, achingly, awkwardly pulled herself up again. A lot of swinging and slapping the side of the walkway for purchase before finally hauling herself to whatever could pass for solid ground in this godforsaken place.
She wants to catch her breath for a moment, to just look at the crushers pounding stupid Foxface into scrap but-
Wash.
She's kind of glad the ringing in her ears is still drowning everything out, because she's not up for hearing Wash have what she's sure is a meltdown behind that wall. She bolts, stumbles, runs through the cloud of smoke still billowing from the explosion and smacks the button to open the door.
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Get out of the way while Foxface barreled down the walkway with all the power of a freight train. Catch the side of a heavily vibrating metal platform. Duck under that platform and cling to the rims to shield her from the grenade.
Hang on for dear life as the explosion deafened her for a second time in not even 10 minutes. Ignore the stinging in her arms and the burning sensation on her exposed fingers. Hope Foxface didn't come back to step on her hands and-
The sounds of metal crushing metal only faintly got through the ringing in her ears, but it wasn't hard to guess what happened, especially without the constant shaking of the crushers.
That was that then. Pidge slowly, achingly, awkwardly pulled herself up again. A lot of swinging and slapping the side of the walkway for purchase before finally hauling herself to whatever could pass for solid ground in this godforsaken place.
She wants to catch her breath for a moment, to just look at the crushers pounding stupid Foxface into scrap but-
Wash.
She's kind of glad the ringing in her ears is still drowning everything out, because she's not up for hearing Wash have what she's sure is a meltdown behind that wall. She bolts, stumbles, runs through the cloud of smoke still billowing from the explosion and smacks the button to open the door.