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Nodding to the Hunter, Lex began strapping him in. "The name's Lex, by the way. You?" He smiled, clicking a buckle and securing a knot more tightly. He pulled the straps a few times to test the strength of the knots, and gave a satisfactory nod.

Handing him a few daggers, he gave him a half salute. "Good luck." Aiming the massive launcher quickly in the chaos, he pulled the trigger and sent the young buck towards the creature's back.

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Nodding, she supposed that was the gist of it when it came to Sun hunters. "I guess." Personally, she loved being on the front lines. Being in the thick of action was always enough to get one's blood pumping.

Watching with a bemused look as another hunter approached, Kat greeted Finn with a wry grin and a lazy wave. "Hey." Obviously these two had some sort of connection, though it was difficult to tell just how well they got along. Half tempted to question about it, she instead glanced past Finn, spotting Fini. Having known the girl a little, she offered a small wave in greeting. "Hey, Fini. Long time no see."

It wasn't long after that, they were met by a fourth person. Smiling, she waved to Abby. Apparently Deus had woken more people from the pods than she had thought. Good thing too, as with Deus in its current state, they would need all the man power they could get.

"Joke's on you, I don't drink wine," she assured Gale, throwing her hands up in the air. Ah yes, the mature 17 year old had certainly made the best impression possible.

She gave Stormy a signature smile and said, "Chelsea, but my friends call me Chel. Like the ga-" She cut short, realizing that that introduction fell absolutely flat with people here. It seemed nobody here had played a video game since they were born.

Nevertheless, Chelsea threw an arm around Nevada. "Very good friend to Nevada. Maybe a little more if she lets me," Chelsea said in jest, throwing her head back in laughter once more. It was a joke and they would hopefully catch on to that.

... Hopefully.

Nevada snorted at Chelsea's comment.

"It would've been easier to just ask for my hand in marriage Chelsea." She laughed before shaking her head. "Chelsea is a terrible flirt, but Stormy usually handles the advances well." As such, Nevada reached over to squeeze her friends arm gently. "I saw you flying earlier, were you okay?" And just like Stormy, her question directed to Gale when he returned.

"Are you both okay?" The other hand went to Gale's arm and she was somehow merging the two her bosom like precious babies. Well they kind of were.

Chelsea could get group action if she wanted too.

"Thank you," he murmured gratefully as Jordan helped him to his feet. There, that was penance enough for one day.

All the same, he resisted the urge to glance over his shoulder. He didn't even want to know right now, because that was just going to make it worse. Instead he gave his rescuer's coat a glance and adjusted his glasses to a less skewed angle. He welcomed the distraction wholeheartedly, and had already begun dragging Jordan by the arm down the row of launchers to one that was both sufficiently unoccupied and sufficiently far from where Jordan had found him. "Sun, eh? You must need lift."

He was more careful this time to follow the safety protocol before initiating the launch. Mimsy was still watching, somewhere. And these machines would not possibly break two times in a row.

"That I do." Jordan followed Lucky to the unoccupied launcher and assisted with strapping himself in, the dagger in one hand. "Ready," he said when he'd been strapped in, and braced himself for the launch.

It was like being kicked hard, but the flight itself was exhilarating. However, he realized a few seconds into the experience that his trajectory was not particularly optimal. It was almost by chance that he slammed into the tail, scrabbling for a good foothold; the tail lurched and moved constantly, and he had all he could do just to hang on long enough to smack the point of the dagger into the creature's hide.

As his feet left the surface on his way back, he glanced back to see the dagger stick where it was for a couple of seconds ... and then fall out.

Damage: 2 x 4 = 8 . . .

Jordan landed back on the ground just in time to hear someone calling out. He turned to see who it was -- a Moon he wasn't familiar with, though he'd seen the man around. "I could use some help," he answered, and picked up another runic dagger as he headed over towards Jason.