[ There were indeed other concerns, as well as some things that Maine refused to hear. His arrival has been an adjustment, to put it mildly. One that Maine's been struggling with, though he won't confess as much.
Never been any good at acknowledging weakness. Better to just push through.
Fortunately, this stampede has provided the brutish Freelancer with a much-needed outlet for his rage. "Fortunately," because it means he doesn't immediately move to attack the moment he hears 'Insurrection.' Instead, he stiffens, chin lifting slightly in surprise. Looks at the man more closely, evaluating him as a threat rather than a stranger.
He doesn't recognize the voice. Doesn't recognize the armor. But the color scheme...
He remembers the sniper who aimed at Carolina. Remembers the woman who was too fast for him. Remembers that sleeveless fuck who shot him in the throat.
Maine lowers his chin, breath coming out in a hiss between his teeth that barely sounds human. Is that the squad this man's talking about? If so...
... Well. If so, they're apparently dead.
Unaware that he deals the killing blow to no less than four of Ephemera's squadmates, the massive Freelancer snorts in contempt. Good fucking riddance. ]
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Never been any good at acknowledging weakness. Better to just push through.
Fortunately, this stampede has provided the brutish Freelancer with a much-needed outlet for his rage. "Fortunately," because it means he doesn't immediately move to attack the moment he hears 'Insurrection.' Instead, he stiffens, chin lifting slightly in surprise. Looks at the man more closely, evaluating him as a threat rather than a stranger.
He doesn't recognize the voice. Doesn't recognize the armor. But the color scheme...
He remembers the sniper who aimed at Carolina. Remembers the woman who was too fast for him. Remembers that sleeveless fuck who shot him in the throat.
Maine lowers his chin, breath coming out in a hiss between his teeth that barely sounds human. Is that the squad this man's talking about? If so...
... Well. If so, they're apparently dead.
Unaware that he deals the killing blow to no less than four of Ephemera's squadmates, the massive Freelancer snorts in contempt. Good fucking riddance. ]