The door slides open abruptly, startling Wash out of his spiral of self-loathing and grief, and Pidge runs out. She's running - there's smoke, he can't see what happened - the plan must not have worked-
Between one heartbeat and the next, Wash clicks over to survival mode. He grabs Pidge's arm, using her momentum to swing her around behind him, and unsheathes his knife with his other hand, holding it in a defensive position. He's at a severe disadvantage in hand to hand combat with a Robotican and he doesn't care- he'll dismantle Foxface with his own to hands if he has to- as long as it keeps Pidge safe-
He takes a breath, and then another. Nothing happens.
Slowly, he edges towards the door and peeks through the open doorway. The smoke has dissipated enough for him to be able to see Foxface through the gloom, half-smashed on the platform under the final vertical chomper, one red eye flickering through the haze. It's like living through the climax of Terminator. In the next moment, Foxface's mangled form fades, no doubt teleported away by Arcade for some much needed repairs. For now, the threat is gone.
He takes a breath, and then another. He's okay. More importantly, Pidge is okay. Right.
He turns and looks at Pidge, voice as steady and grounded as he can possibly manage. "Don't ever do that again."
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Between one heartbeat and the next, Wash clicks over to survival mode. He grabs Pidge's arm, using her momentum to swing her around behind him, and unsheathes his knife with his other hand, holding it in a defensive position. He's at a severe disadvantage in hand to hand combat with a Robotican and he doesn't care- he'll dismantle Foxface with his own to hands if he has to- as long as it keeps Pidge safe-
He takes a breath, and then another. Nothing happens.
Slowly, he edges towards the door and peeks through the open doorway. The smoke has dissipated enough for him to be able to see Foxface through the gloom, half-smashed on the platform under the final vertical chomper, one red eye flickering through the haze. It's like living through the climax of Terminator. In the next moment, Foxface's mangled form fades, no doubt teleported away by Arcade for some much needed repairs. For now, the threat is gone.
He takes a breath, and then another. He's okay. More importantly, Pidge is okay. Right.
He turns and looks at Pidge, voice as steady and grounded as he can possibly manage. "Don't ever do that again."