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She really needed to work on not getting a little dreamy-eyed in the middle of a mission. Lance's shouting still got to her at least, though she was a little curious about the missing division leads herself (hopefully they were prepping some sort of cavalry). As it was, Stormy was about to start going on the rove for Gale (if not to partner up than to at least check up on him) when she felt large hands take her.

"O-Oh, um, hi--" someone was being really friendly, but she was bristling inwardly at being yanked into--w-wait was that the harness hold on, "WaitI'mnotreadycanwetalkaboutthis-!"

In the pause the giant (holy God) took to readjust the aim, Stormy grabbed the daggers and stared with wide frightened eyes, because for a moment he looked--no, wrong voice. Wrong voice, okay, stop panicking. But she was still trying to find a way to voice her protest as politely as possible, which she learned the hard way didn't work--being soft spoken only got her properly launched without a countdown.

She started shouting in Spanish as she was tossed into the air.

(( Bonus Roll Success: Taking on Sun Bonus! ))

“You’ve gotta be shitting me.” Those were the only words the raven-haired sun hunter could muster out when the insanity titan still stood strong. It was still alive and kicking after all of that? You know what? ******** you. That’s what. Alaska was almost done with this monster, but then the assistant leaders clearly intended to have the hunters keep fighting. Well, it wasn’t like she could bring herself to disobey orders… She shot Mark a tired look as he went on to explain. In a nutshell, be ******** careful with his precious babies, whatever they were. She could ask about the technicalities later. For now, she had to find someone who could strap her to that machine (was this safe??)

Bright green eyes warily stared at the other hunters being thrown at the titan. The grim realities of being in the sun division. Her weapon snickered before she found a certain life trainee. Ah yes.

“Hey Loser.” She called out to Quinn casually, a tattooed handing tightly clutching his shoulder and spinning him around to face her. “You’re gonna help me. Now.” Her lips were set into a thin line and her eyebrows were furrowed. Clearly, there was no room for negotiation, and her grip suggested there was no use in running.

And off she sailed, until she was nothing but a speck in the horizon. Someone else started to load the launcher he'd been using, because it was aimed so perfectly, and that left him with nothing to launch with. Before walked by, offering his help - and Robert couldn't see any way around it.

He had to do things the hard way.

"OKAY BUDDY." He clamped down on Before, slapped a harness on him, and tightened the straps. "This ain't gonna be pretty, but - "

With all of his strength, Robert lifted Before up over his head, and flung him out towards the monster. Because Robert thought he was strong enough to launch a man that far with his bare hands.

He was. Completely. Wrong.

Shiloh followed Ian past the gathered groups, though with the Mist Hunter’s grip on his wrist, it wasn’t as though he particularly had a choice aside from digging his heels in and being stubborn for no reason, for which this was definitely not the time or place to be doing.

Ian was quiet the entire way, and remained silent as they found a launcher. Shiloh took the rigging from him, and straightened the straps out before reaching around Ian and clipping the first one quickly around his waist. He finished fastening the second one over his back, and leaned back when Ian spoke, giving the strap a tug to test its secureness.

“Yeah, me too,” he grinned, obliviously taking Ian’s smile for a good sign. “I think I did okay though, for being partially digested and all.”

Nevada watched as Chelsea flew, then hunted around for another hunter to shoot up, shouldering a new set of gear.

It wasn't until she saw the teal haired jackass she loved that she went over to him and wrapped her arm around his neck.

"Hi Jake." She smiled at the death hunter, "How do you feel about flying?" She was going to launch you Jake, and not even feel bad about it because you forgot Sherry. A little sort of payback.

So basically they were to give the more offensive in deus false hope. Somewhere inside Quinn felt his gut drop a notch, trying hard not to think about that just yet.

It seemed Mimsy was off the hook from answering the question though, because a hand soon grabbed Quinn and demanded his attention. Wide cyan blue eyes met Alaska's green; Quinn did not try and hide the touch of fear that traced his expression. This was the part in movies where the response would be 'oh no not YOU again'. Instead the dark skinned hunter squeaked.

"H-help? How c-can i help you?" The hand was signal enough that he was not getting away easily. What did Alaska want exactly? He had a hunch... He looked at Mimsy, almost pleading with his eyes. Would she help him?

"Robert," Mimsy sharply interjected. "That is not how physics works. You could not possibly transfer enough energy to achieve the right velocity without mechanical assistance, which - how convenient - is right next to you."

She gave Quinn a look that implied there were plenty of senseless hunters within their own division, and heaved a heavy sigh.

"If you are willing to accept my assistance, I could aid in calculating your necessary adjustments."