He shook his head as the Kaiju began circling them. "No, if the tree couldn't even make a scratch, we won't do much, either. However, the base of its neck…" A shared thought passed between them.
((Pls tell me it's something simple enough for a dumbass like me to get))
"Snap crackle pop, bitch." Cassie said, her wicked grin returning."Y'know, somebody really should build a shiv for these things."
"We'll talk to the nerd when we get back." They turned to Titan, Al's right hand opening up while the left stayed clenched.
(Grab the fucker by the face and shove their hand through its neck, imao)
((You have no idea how glad I am you cleared that up sksksk. Also, just lemme know if I'm fucking up badly))
"What would we do without 'em." Punch, grab, jab. Played on repeat through their minds, courtesy of Cassie trying not to suddenly forget everything. The Kaiju lunged at them suddenly, probably attempting to catch them off guard, and they swung, catching it's jaw.
The open claw clamped down over Titan's muzzle and jerked it head up. Their left hand opened int he blink of an eye, jamming wrist deep into the exposed section of its neck.
It was a sickening sound, one that very well would have made most people sick. Cassie's grin just sharpened as Al's hand twisted, for good measure.
Titan thrashed for a few moments in their grasp weakly, so for good measure they gripped onto the thing's spine and ripped out a full section of the bone out with a jerk. They let the body fall limply at Al's feet and let out a collective sigh.
"Catch that, Brooks?" Duncan asked.
"Yep. We have the heli's on their way to pick you up again. Good job, you two. Give Al a kiss for me."
Duncan snorted. "Sergeant Duncan Wilcox out."
(Booomp)
"Why do those always end up cutting so close?" Cassie mused, squinting at nothing in particular. "And why do they always make me hungry."
He looked over at her. "I'm gonna turn off the brain bridge, alright? I wanna get out of this damn thing."
"Oh, thank god. I can only handle so much o' this." She wrinkled her nose, but waggled her eyebrows at him.
He stuck his tongue out at her as he flipped the switch on the control panel. "Asshat."
"But you loove meee~" She sang, just tired enough that the disorientation wasn't as bad.
"Yes, sadly, I do." He disconnected from the controls and pulled the helmet off, chucking it across the cockpit. His shock of brown hair was so damp with sweat it fell limply across his forehead as he leaned against the dent in Al's head. "I need a fucking hug."
(bumpers)
((Because I'm stupid, he is asking her for a hug, right?))
(Yes, imao)
((You put up with such stupidity, thank you.))
"Hey, I'm good at those." Cassie said, flopping to the ground as soon as she was free. After a moment, she scrambled back to her feet, taking off her helmet and tugging a hand through her hair to keep it out of her face. "C'mere."
He walked over to her, his arms outstretched. "Jesus, that thing packed a punch."
"Hug time!" She grinned, pulling him into a hug. "I half expected us to not be able to get up."
"You know what I'mma do when we get back to the Shatterdome?" he asked, still holding her. "Take a loooong ass nap."
(I mean, should they already be close, since they've fought together for a while?)
((Lmao makes sense. Question is, how close? And yet again, is romance the plan?))
She snorted giving him a squeeze. "I'm gonna eat. 'Till I pass out. How loooooooong is your nap gonna be?"
(Probably, imao)
"3 days," he said, grinning slightly. "With the beating we just took, I feel like it's acceptable."
"It's valid, but then I'm gonna miiiiisss yooouuu." She whined dramatically, a bit messed up by her grin.
Duncan snorted. "Don't worry, Al will keep you company. You two can trade make-up pallets. You get to slather your face in chrome, and he gets some eye liner and nail polish."
"How much makeup d'you think he uses?" Cassie mused, looking off to the side. "Also, I look great in chrome, so fight me." She brightened suddenly, snapping her fingers. "I could do his nails!"
"On second thought," he said, letting out a sigh. "I'll save him from that fate."
"But I could get spray paint, and maybe even glitter!" She said excitedly, bouncing a bit.
"Noooooooooo sir. Al is not turning into a trap." The idea secretly amused him, but no way in hell would he admit it.
"This is your fault." She pointed out, grinning up at him. "You gave me the idea. Which means I should be doing your nails, too."
