Dressing She really had no idea what to do in the dressing car, so after a moment of watching people dress, she just shrugged and began pulling together clothing that looked like it would fit her. Going on Firion and Cecil's outfits as an inspiration - they seemed like the most appropriate - she eventually settled on something that would be easy to move in and left the car to make room for someone else.
Drop site/before the charge [ The drop and scramble up to the ridge passes too quickly for her to process; she's still adjusting to waking up bundled into a suitcase like a corpse in a horror movie, and switching gears is taking longer than she'd like. She'd still been reading the information when the drop call went out, after all.
Then the ranks of fighters are visible, and the goblin camp beyond, and she bites her lip as not to swear.
And then she swears anyway. ]
This is going to be a shit-show.
[ They've arrive a little too late for Lightning to properly appreciate the call to arms, but with the demeanour of a trained rank-and-file, she gestures at the other Reds to indicate that she's heading towards the horse corale and makes to split off. ]
Mid-fight Lightning's lost track of a lot of things in the ensuing chaos. Her borrowed horse has thrown her and bolted from a blast strike from a goblin mage a long time ago; she's gotten too reliant on the uniforms of the train and thus has lost sight of her team without the blazing red of their clothing.
She has a sword, though; she has several swords, actually, scattered around the battlefield as she's had to discard them. Apparently, and she's a little disappointed if she's honest, the blades used by goblins aren't designed with magitech cores, and don't survive a Blazestrike channled through them. Her right hand is still burned from the backlash of her first attempt, but she hasn't had the chance to switch paradigms and heal it. Or heal any of her injuries, really. She just ignores the pull and sting of tight skin against the hilt of her new weapon and the seep of blood, and jumps towards the next wolf that's dived too low.
Wildcard: get heal't, banter, welcome her off hiatus, tackle her out of the way of a flying wolf's jaws, force her to stop fighting and heal herself idk idk
Red
She really had no idea what to do in the dressing car, so after a moment of watching people dress, she just shrugged and began pulling together clothing that looked like it would fit her. Going on Firion and Cecil's outfits as an inspiration - they seemed like the most appropriate - she eventually settled on something that would be easy to move in and left the car to make room for someone else.
Drop site/before the charge
[ The drop and scramble up to the ridge passes too quickly for her to process; she's still adjusting to waking up bundled into a suitcase like a corpse in a horror movie, and switching gears is taking longer than she'd like. She'd still been reading the information when the drop call went out, after all.
Then the ranks of fighters are visible, and the goblin camp beyond, and she bites her lip as not to swear.
And then she swears anyway. ]
This is going to be a shit-show.
[ They've arrive a little too late for Lightning to properly appreciate the call to arms, but with the demeanour of a trained rank-and-file, she gestures at the other Reds to indicate that she's heading towards the horse corale and makes to split off. ]
Mid-fight
Lightning's lost track of a lot of things in the ensuing chaos. Her borrowed horse has thrown her and bolted from a blast strike from a goblin mage a long time ago; she's gotten too reliant on the uniforms of the train and thus has lost sight of her team without the blazing red of their clothing.
She has a sword, though; she has several swords, actually, scattered around the battlefield as she's had to discard them. Apparently, and she's a little disappointed if she's honest, the blades used by goblins aren't designed with magitech cores, and don't survive a Blazestrike channled through them. Her right hand is still burned from the backlash of her first attempt, but she hasn't had the chance to switch paradigms and heal it. Or heal any of her injuries, really. She just ignores the pull and sting of tight skin against the hilt of her new weapon and the seep of blood, and jumps towards the next wolf that's dived too low.
Wildcard: get heal't, banter, welcome her off hiatus, tackle her out of the way of a flying wolf's jaws, force her to stop fighting and heal herself idk idk