howlofthewolf:

Wolf said nothing, grimly reloading his flare gun, and walking off. He didn’t have an answer, he just wanted out. Going straight for his personal fighter, Wolf noticed Yellow was following. Taking a breath, he just turned back to the fighter, and got inside of the cockpit. Checking the instruments, he glanced at Yellow.

“What do you want?” He asked, flipping one of the switches to check see if he had the fuel to make the trip back to Altia – and his wife, “If you’re here to belittle me for my disabilities, I would suggest not to do that.” 

Yellow sighed. She’d had her fair share of difficult patients, but Wolf was starting to become one of her most obstinate ones.

If he immediately assumed people were going to look down on him for disability-related reasons, no wonder people saw him as abrasive.

“It’s not about that. You’re going to have to face these issues of yours and deal with them thoroughly whether you like it or not.”

It was harsh advice, and the words left a bitter taste in her mouth, but Yellow knew that only the most direct of ways got through to Wolf.

howlofthewolf:

As Yellow took over defending herself, Wolf took out a flare gun. Skillfully spinning it, He pointed it up to the sky, and uttered one phrase, the reverse of Angela “Mercy” Ziegler’s famed line.

“Heroes always die.”

Pulling the trigger, an orange flare erupted from the flare gun, flying out into the sky. Following close behind was the roar of several incredibly large artillery pieces. They hit the arc of which the Hand ambush was, sending Hand soldiers flying.

Well, had she been around to hear it, the good doctor wouldn’t appreciate such a dark reversal of her words, that was for sure.

As the Tenno finished off the last stragglers, Yellow turned to the Trinity Prime as she approached the blonde, who stowed her weapon once again.

“How in the world they did get to this place? Sensors didn’t show anyone within 200 kilometres of this forest.”

A shake of the Warframe’s head told Yellow that she didn’t know either.

It was beyond frustrating for the Coalition’s military forces, knowing the Scorpion’s Hand could somehow show up undetected as their predecessors all the way back to the Dark Brotherhood had also done.

howlofthewolf:

“I don’t have that kind of time.” Wolf said simply. He was growing impatient of this conversation, and honestly, he had other plans.

“Whatever, I’m done here.” He growled, turning on his heel, and just as he was about to leave, he heard a gunshot. As it was about to hit Yellow, the bullet was cut in half by Wolf’s blade. As several machine guns began to open fire, Wolf spun his blade, deflecting all the projectiles away from Yellow.

Without her Valkyrie suit, Yellow couldn’t take flight or project a wide-area barrier.

Fortunately, she at least had her pistol and her adaptive staff. Yellow became a blur as she spun her staff in tight Soresu-inspired movements, deflecting the incoming rounds into the enemy guns.

The Tenno around them also unleashed hell, a Banshee creating multiple weakpoints on the enemies while a Nova blasted outwards with a radial wave of antimatter, slowing them down and making them more vulnerable to damage.

As with almost anything that involved a Nova, many explosions ensued.

Since there were still some enemies along the outer areas, a Mesa took the high ground, the gunslinger Tenno raining instant aimbot death with her Peacemaker.

The Tenno with the Lenz, an Ivara, fired with wild abandon. Explosions were preceded by a flash of icy cold as the Corpus bow’s bolt slowed down enemies within a spherical area before disintegrating them.