Not good. For starters, Jido was playing the part of human shield while she was firing at his own people with more remorse. It was enough to make her go insane, but she couldn't do that. She had to save Gondole, at least for the time being. Having a mental breakdown was not part of her plan, even if she didn't have a plan. It was just something she wasn't going to do. Bullets were scrapping off of Jido's armor, and each time they panged across her ears, she'd flinch, afraid that she was going to take one in the face or head. She couldn't complain though; he was making one hell of a shield.
"Alex, huh? That the guy I'm taking out? Great."she said, aiming her gun to the left and firing at a Rebel who was reaching for his gun. Jido was doing most of the hard work. Imala was just cleaning up his unfinished mess. The control was winding closer and closer, and Rebel after Rebel were hitting the floor, armor rattling and blood oozing out of the only openings they had. She was starting to get confidence, but it had to be capped. There was still a reign of fire that had to be stopped.
"Don't thank me yet."she said, before his body was suddenly hit with a barrage of bullets. Not good. The machine gun was gattling into his armor, and Imala had a mind to scream his name in fear. That would not have helped matters at all, nor would firing at them do anything to suppress their fire. Jido mainly had to get out of there.
"Go!"she shouted, giving him no further intel on her actions. She shoved his bulky, armored coated body as hard as she could to the left behind a corner, and sprinted off to the left, covering her head over the enemy's line of fire. The control room was a few paces in front of her, and being as small as she was, Imala was able to slip past them and into the room, going as undetected as possible. She knew sooner or later she'd be spotted by Alex, and hopefully she saw him before he saw....
BLAM!!!
A burst of white and dark red lights burst into her blue eyes, and a sharp pain ripped across her left temple. She knew before she had even cascaded into a wall that she had been punched by Alex, and in full armor no doubt. The hit was double the strength she though he possessed, and a trickle of hot, auburn blood was enough to prove that fact. The lights danced around her head and eyes, and she couldn't find the will to stand up straight. Imala was completely disoriented in the sights of the enemy. She was surprised and offended that he hadn't said a word to her. Imala's arms flailed slightly while she fought to grab something to hold on.
The only thing that was grabbed, however, was her neck. A cold, compressing hand wrapped around her neck as she felt her body lift off the ground. The pressure was immediately lifted from her feet and traveled to her neck. The light show in her eyes continued to play, and the blood that trickled down the bridge of her nose did nothing to help her vision.
"So close you all were."he snarled. Imala wanted to see the look on his face when she killed him, but she may not have gotten that chance. The hold he had on her neck was a few pressurized squeezes away from killing her. All the while, Imala thrashed in the air, inconspicuously reaching for the handle to her other gun on her hip. Her mouth opened as she fought to inhale. never before had inhaling been that hard to do in her life!
"Y...Y-you w-won't....g-get..." Imala spluttered, reaching farther for her gun.
"I will. I already have."was his answer. His hand squeezed her even more and he swung his hand with all of his might (or so it seemed) until Imala's back smashed against the wall behind her. She yelped in both pain and rage, helpless to do anything! The lights were dimming down enough to where she could make out the shadow of a Rebel. A big one. Alex had muttered something that she didn't catch, because at that time, Imala had reached her gun. The first instinct was to fire. And fire she did.
Imala wasn't sure how many times she fired into his side, but she didn't stop. The first few lasers only melted against the armored plate, which only pissed Alex off. He squeezed tighter and Imala shut her eyes and used her other hand to grab at his arm, trying desperately to yank him away. The shots were sinking into the armor faster than Alex had planned, and Imala soon her a satisfying scream of agony. However, his grip only tightened. Imala's head was swimming, hot blood running down the side of her face, but never once did she stop shooting. She let her hand rest and tremble on the trigger until Alex's screams died out, along with his grip on his neck. The two of them slumped down, Imala falling backwards while the armored Alex fell on top of her. It was a heavy weight to heave off, but she was so weak. So very weak...and tired...and hurt...
