Blaze doesn't hear her own painful grunt as she rolls off the dreg and gets her feet under her. Given the jolting, grinding feel when her weight comes down on that foot, that ought to be incredibly painful. But she doesn't feel it. Just the surging, empty feel of overloaded circuits on that side, alternately tingling cold and burning as individual subcircuits try to come back. She lurches around and pitches a grenade down the hall. It bounces onto the rubble before that robotic eyeball, detonating with a thundercrack and a flash of brilliant white light. Blaze has her head ducked away, but the left edge of her vision still turns fuzzy.
Doesn't matter. Neither does the fact the servitor's shell isn't even cracked. She can hear its disconcerted electronic mutters: the fire has stopped as it turns, dazed and blinded. IT gives her time to drop on one knee by Steve and his opponent. A plasteel fist closes around the Fallen's skull; lifts and rams it into the floor with shattering force. Then she turns to Steve. "Are you all right?"
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Date: 2018-02-11 11:47 pm (UTC)Doesn't matter. Neither does the fact the servitor's shell isn't even cracked. She can hear its disconcerted electronic mutters: the fire has stopped as it turns, dazed and blinded. IT gives her time to drop on one knee by Steve and his opponent. A plasteel fist closes around the Fallen's skull; lifts and rams it into the floor with shattering force. Then she turns to Steve. "Are you all right?"