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"Here we are; give em' hell!"
The APC had arrived, and the place was as packed as Tia had expected. A motorcycle's engine roaring amidst the gunfire accompanied by a wild screech, a stray bullet found its way into the elbow pad of the NOAH, the shock of the impact reminding her to take cover behind the APC for now. It'd leave a bruise, but nothing serious. Peeking behind cover to get a hold of the situation, Tia couldn't spot much, but she recognised one figure walking straight towards the APC. She could've sworn she saw a soldier that looked like FOXTROT, as well, but that must've been her imagination.
"Sarge! Thank God you're alright; we got here as soon as we could!" Tia called out with a grin as she recognized the figure coming towards the vehicle. "Don't worry, we've got Corvus in the APC, he'll get you patched up real good! What's the situatio--" Tia's words slowly cut off as she released how they seemed to bounce off the RONIN, however, as he walked - unwavering - towards the inside of the APC. Coated in blood, covered in wounds of all kinds, and stuck with that 'stare' that seemed to go past everything aside from what his mind was set on. Tia realized her words weren't even being processed by his mind. There was nothing in the veteran's mind but cold, bloody revenge, and a wrath to match and outweigh any enemy's.
"...Sarge...?" Tia whispered, this time to herself, looking ahead from behind cover. There were as many CLERIC bodies as she imagined with the likes of Sarge and Lionheart on the front lines. But amongst those were people she briefly knew. 'Tux', 'Big Mac'... just to name a couple, she'd seen at the bar, and laughed alongside them in drunken antics. Now their bodies were plastered into the crunch. Even that was enough to get her mind on the edge of snapping, but what truly broke her, was the body of one NOAH under the boot of a grinning, white-haired demon... licking fresh blood from her fingers, enjoying the feast.
Ji Yun.
Tia had never truly known the guy. She'd rarely ever got him to get out of that room of his. But... those few times he did talk to her, she almost felt like she was bringing him out of his shell, little by little, every time. She remembered that laugh of his when she'd first attempted to play chess without fully understanding the rules. She remembered those times that he'd let her win, out of pity, as she mashed random buttons on one of those 'consoles' of his. The memories were brief, but they were enough. Oh, they were enough.
"D-Damn it... you... you stupid kid... you and your fucking yo-yo..." Tia shook her head, eyes hidden behind a black screen as she angled her head downwards, stroking the handlebars of Mixuki for some form of comfort. "I guess you finally got to use it, though, huh...?" She didn't know why she was smiling; almost laughing, as a few tears dripped down the insides of her motorcycle helmet.
Her engine was roaring; crackling... gagging to get into action as the fiery hiss of petrol sloshed in the behind of the Blackbird.
"Aresia," Tia called out simply, her voice still peppy as usual, but mixed with something else. Some kind of wrath. The two bodywork pieces either side of her motorcycle detached with a 'hiss', angling and forming a bridge from the APC's exit onto the back of Mixuki. "Get on, and hold on to my waist. We're going to ensure FOXTROT's safety. And to do that, we're going to kill as many 'govs' as we can," Tia paused, taking off her tear-stained helmet, letting her blonde ponytail flow, her now visible, heartbroken smile forced across her face as if to keep her through the absurdity of it all. That smile slowly turned to a grin that was prepared for battle alongside her trusty steed and a powerful ally, as she carefully uttered her next sentence.
"But above all... I'm going to make sure you 'cultivate' that fucking PALADIN pig. You got it? Let's do it, Witchy."
Tilting her head upwards as the PALADIN jumped on to the APC for her royal tantrum, Tia clicked her neck back and forth as she called out to her.
"Ohhh... come now, buttercup, don't throw all your toys out of the pram just yet," Tia cooed with a mocking pout, using a tone that would be used to calm a child. With a flick of her finger, Tia sent forth a single little speck of petrol out of her engine, trying to curl it round her body and splash the little dot on her nose as she distracted the shield with relentless submachine fire. "Boop. I hope you like the taste of flames as much as the taste of blood. We're only getting started, pig."
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