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the kaiji went and changed the rules again. Two showed up, and crolwey glanced at gabriel, pale and worried. The man remain composed, but colrwy could see it in his eyes - he was terrified. He was stull doing PT - the igure healed but he didn't have strangth back. not compeltely.
after olrwy had confronted him on the Priciplaies, Gabreil had told him he'd nevr get to fly again. but now.... so many lives at stake. "go"
corlwey nodded once, turning to flee, gabrils parting words lsot to the room, "please be careful..."
Azirpahel was already siuted when he arrived, looking pleased and relieved to see corlwey, but having no time for wrods. the battle awaited.
it would be different this time - now that corlwey knew, he struggled to keep focues ont he fight, thoguhts straying to instead worry over how much of his friend's personality he was just bulldozing over.
"Crolwey, battle first, worry later"
azirpales voice cut though him like a blade, startleing him back to the task at hand, "I know" the angel said, befrec rolwey could voice an appology, "We'll figure it out later."
later. assuming they survive this. if it hadn't been the successful runs he'd already had int he Host's suit, corlwey was pretty sure they would have tried to blame him forhte accumpliating damage - and maybe they where right. but two kiji was mor ethen they'd prept for, and al the suits where strugging to keep what gorund had been gained. Metatron and sandlephon where swearing up an ungodly storm ont he Host private channels, which stiffled chuckles at tehem loosing preform, but scared him to the bone. they might not be okay this time.
Azripale was working on keeping them from being blindsided while corlwey worked on battering the one they and /E&E/ had cornered from te other fight. the borblem was ths one seemed to be but mass and no amout of otherwise devistating blows to it seemed to shake it for long.
"Azirpale, i need ypou to start hacking."
his co-pilot - becuase that's what he was, damnit! - loked at him queerly, before crowley's own head cuaght up to his mouth, and the idea formed between them. the /beacuracy/ had a blade - but gabriel was not as porficiant as micheal, so it had remained mostly unsued since she'd been called away. and crowley's skill lay in a longer staff. but azzirpale.. well - crolwey could wantch that man spin blade all day -
said main caughted and corwley brought himself back tot he battle, trying to igure the hot blush on his face. maybe don't think sexy thoughts about your co-poloit while the two of you where mentailly linked.
it slid them into the kind of piloting that corlwey was told about - te kind he'd been practicign, but never found. two as one. not the symbiotic existance that the Priciplity program had sucsedded so well at - but teo drift combaitable. there was no nudge to move or a presisng on his mind to dodge. but in insticnt and a pull to move in rythem with azripal,veven though he'd no idea of the steps. it was like that didn't matter, becauase muscle memory kicked in - even it it wasn't his muscles or his memeory. he wasn'ta puppet on a sting, he wasn't int he back seat watching it unfold. but there, smooth as a river, and theyw here cutting into the kaji with a grace crowley could only dream about./ E&E/ stepped back once it was clear /buiacracy/ had a plan, and mostly kept the kaiji from finding it's bearing to firgure out a new plan.
his heart beat steady and sure though outthe whole dance, breath calm and measured. for a breft moemnt, he wasn't a lanky [bastard] who flexabily suggested a slinky for a spine and hips that never did fgire out how the normal man was supposted to walk. he was a solid powerhouse - a brick with a personaity - whose weight just ment each blow fell harder and faster than the last. for a moment, the earth tremmbled and bowed before him, and then it was quiet.
the other group had dispacted theirs shortly after, and the comms willed with cheers and celbration. no suit would go back today undamaged. but ever suit would make it back.
after olrwy had confronted him on the Priciplaies, Gabreil had told him he'd nevr get to fly again. but now.... so many lives at stake. "go"
corlwey nodded once, turning to flee, gabrils parting words lsot to the room, "please be careful..."
Azirpahel was already siuted when he arrived, looking pleased and relieved to see corlwey, but having no time for wrods. the battle awaited.
it would be different this time - now that corlwey knew, he struggled to keep focues ont he fight, thoguhts straying to instead worry over how much of his friend's personality he was just bulldozing over.
"Crolwey, battle first, worry later"
azirpales voice cut though him like a blade, startleing him back to the task at hand, "I know" the angel said, befrec rolwey could voice an appology, "We'll figure it out later."
later. assuming they survive this. if it hadn't been the successful runs he'd already had int he Host's suit, corlwey was pretty sure they would have tried to blame him forhte accumpliating damage - and maybe they where right. but two kiji was mor ethen they'd prept for, and al the suits where strugging to keep what gorund had been gained. Metatron and sandlephon where swearing up an ungodly storm ont he Host private channels, which stiffled chuckles at tehem loosing preform, but scared him to the bone. they might not be okay this time.
Azripale was working on keeping them from being blindsided while corlwey worked on battering the one they and /E&E/ had cornered from te other fight. the borblem was ths one seemed to be but mass and no amout of otherwise devistating blows to it seemed to shake it for long.
"Azirpale, i need ypou to start hacking."
his co-pilot - becuase that's what he was, damnit! - loked at him queerly, before crowley's own head cuaght up to his mouth, and the idea formed between them. the /beacuracy/ had a blade - but gabriel was not as porficiant as micheal, so it had remained mostly unsued since she'd been called away. and crowley's skill lay in a longer staff. but azzirpale.. well - crolwey could wantch that man spin blade all day -
said main caughted and corwley brought himself back tot he battle, trying to igure the hot blush on his face. maybe don't think sexy thoughts about your co-poloit while the two of you where mentailly linked.
it slid them into the kind of piloting that corlwey was told about - te kind he'd been practicign, but never found. two as one. not the symbiotic existance that the Priciplity program had sucsedded so well at - but teo drift combaitable. there was no nudge to move or a presisng on his mind to dodge. but in insticnt and a pull to move in rythem with azripal,veven though he'd no idea of the steps. it was like that didn't matter, becauase muscle memory kicked in - even it it wasn't his muscles or his memeory. he wasn'ta puppet on a sting, he wasn't int he back seat watching it unfold. but there, smooth as a river, and theyw here cutting into the kaji with a grace crowley could only dream about./ E&E/ stepped back once it was clear /buiacracy/ had a plan, and mostly kept the kaiji from finding it's bearing to firgure out a new plan.
his heart beat steady and sure though outthe whole dance, breath calm and measured. for a breft moemnt, he wasn't a lanky [bastard] who flexabily suggested a slinky for a spine and hips that never did fgire out how the normal man was supposted to walk. he was a solid powerhouse - a brick with a personaity - whose weight just ment each blow fell harder and faster than the last. for a moment, the earth tremmbled and bowed before him, and then it was quiet.
the other group had dispacted theirs shortly after, and the comms willed with cheers and celbration. no suit would go back today undamaged. but ever suit would make it back.
