Not quite. Faultline and Gregor, yes. I didn’t recognize the other woman, and she was too tall to be Spitfire with her mask off. Red haired, slender, older than Spitfire or Labyrinth had been.
Oh, huh. New member? Or perhaps someone they’re just temporarily working with.
She slid down the pole, up until the moment Trainwreck leaped from the stage and caught the base of the pole with his shoulder.
…alrighty, then. Putting on a front, or genuinely trying to help out the Merchants?
He was built like a football player in a quadruple-thick layer of cast iron protective gear, steam billowing behind him as he tore past the stone pole like it was nothing.
American football sounds pretty cool if they’re all wearing steampunk mechs like this.
They are, right?
It cracked in four places, and the girl dropped out of the air.
Well, was nice knowing you for five seconds.
No, I think she’ll be alright, but how?
One section of the pole hit the ground in an upright position, and she landed atop it with one foot, wobbling briefly.
Damn. Got a ballerina over here.
Controlling the angle the pole fell, she angled her fall toward a nearby wall of the maze.
Nice work.
Her power probably involves her feet, and balance. Landing like this gracefully and without breaking her ankle would be an incredible feat if it didn’t.
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