[ As it happens, quiet and quick is Andy's area of expertise — not that she doesn't love just chucking a grenade into the fray for fun as much as the next suicidal asshole, but all this time, she's been working more or less alone for reasons she'd be hard-pressed to talk about — losses that haven't healed and might not ever — and you have to learn to be clever with no one at your back. She follows their masked friend's lead without argument (no point in it, when he's the one that knows where they're going), taking her cues from him.
To their credit, they almost make it the whole way without a fight. They almost elude the guard completely. Almost.
Of course it'd be too much to ask for this to go down quietly. Goal in fucking sight too. They have to rally — get Rayshe'a or whoever the fuck he is inside and hold the Imperials off. Andy doesn't waste her breath or her time on words — they all know what has to happen now — she moves, a vicious blur of violence, trying to buy time and distance against some shitty odds. If they're smart, they'll let her fend for herself and keep moving —
no subject
To their credit, they almost make it the whole way without a fight. They almost elude the guard completely. Almost.
Of course it'd be too much to ask for this to go down quietly. Goal in fucking sight too. They have to rally — get Rayshe'a or whoever the fuck he is inside and hold the Imperials off. Andy doesn't waste her breath or her time on words — they all know what has to happen now — she moves, a vicious blur of violence, trying to buy time and distance against some shitty odds. If they're smart, they'll let her fend for herself and keep moving —
But that isn't how those two work, is it? ]