Annnd stupid is achieved. Get ready to move, he thought at Khaji Da.
RE/-\DY T[] R[]LL.
As she charged at him Jaime affected a horrified expression on his face, the expression of a doomed kid only just realizing his terrible mistake, so she didn't suspect anything. He held it right until the last second and then he gritted his teeth and it instantly changed to something more focused and ferocious.
Maybe the suit had less integrity, maybe it was weaker and slower than it usually was, but he was still pretty fast.
So he twisted his body, kicking the chainsaw to get it at the angle he needed, grimacing at the agonizing jolt of pain that zinged through his injured leg. Before she could recover, he angled his feet so the chainsaw cut through the bonds tying and taping his feet together. Briefly, it caught a bad angle and grinded against armor on his leg, but luckily it wasn't long enough to break through the armor, just enough to chisel some of it off.
Then he twisted his body again to kick Harley in the face with his good leg as hard as he could. It was a good kick with a lot of oomph behind it, just like he'd been taught.
Thank you, Wonder Girl.
Then he swung his body up so he could entangle his good leg in the chain holding him, Cirque du Soleil style, getting him higher up and away from Harley and giving him enough leverage so he could lift his bound wrists off the hook the handcuffs were hanging on.
And thank you, Robin.
He hoped he could survive this to thank them both in person for the training they'd given him at Titans Tower. It was the only reason he had a chance.
While Harley was still reeling from the kick to the face, he landed on the ground, staggering because of his injured leg. He couldn't stop himself from crying out in pain.
But at least he was down. At least his feet were free. At least he had a teeny tiny head start. He booked it towards a nearby door, as fast as he could limp, which, mercifully, was still pretty fast because of the suit. A pained limp in the suit covered as much ground as a light jog without it.
He pushed his way through some doors into what looked like a kitchen, jammed a nearby broken pipe through the door handles, and shoved over what looked like an industrial freezer in front of it all for good measure. The moment he did, the freezer door came slightly ajar and blood started oozing onto the floor.
"Oh God," he said in a near sob.
It was back to the horror again. He could be brave enough for himself, defiant for himself, but everything he saw in this place that made it clear what had been done to other people was destroying all of that composure. It was making everything hazy. And the blood loss probably wasn't helpiug.
"Comms, yeah," Jaime said distantly, still staring at the blood oozing out of the freezer. Comms made sense. If there was anyone out there that could help him, anyone at all, that might be his best chance. Comms. Comms first."I - I -"
M[]VE! Khaji Da commanded, finally dragging Jaime out of his stupor, and he turned around to stagger his way through a large kitchen.
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RE/-\DY T[] R[]LL.
As she charged at him Jaime affected a horrified expression on his face, the expression of a doomed kid only just realizing his terrible mistake, so she didn't suspect anything. He held it right until the last second and then he gritted his teeth and it instantly changed to something more focused and ferocious.
Maybe the suit had less integrity, maybe it was weaker and slower than it usually was, but he was still pretty fast.
So he twisted his body, kicking the chainsaw to get it at the angle he needed, grimacing at the agonizing jolt of pain that zinged through his injured leg. Before she could recover, he angled his feet so the chainsaw cut through the bonds tying and taping his feet together. Briefly, it caught a bad angle and grinded against armor on his leg, but luckily it wasn't long enough to break through the armor, just enough to chisel some of it off.
Then he twisted his body again to kick Harley in the face with his good leg as hard as he could. It was a good kick with a lot of oomph behind it, just like he'd been taught.
Thank you, Wonder Girl.
Then he swung his body up so he could entangle his good leg in the chain holding him, Cirque du Soleil style, getting him higher up and away from Harley and giving him enough leverage so he could lift his bound wrists off the hook the handcuffs were hanging on.
And thank you, Robin.
He hoped he could survive this to thank them both in person for the training they'd given him at Titans Tower. It was the only reason he had a chance.
While Harley was still reeling from the kick to the face, he landed on the ground, staggering because of his injured leg. He couldn't stop himself from crying out in pain.
But at least he was down. At least his feet were free. At least he had a teeny tiny head start. He booked it towards a nearby door, as fast as he could limp, which, mercifully, was still pretty fast because of the suit. A pained limp in the suit covered as much ground as a light jog without it.
He pushed his way through some doors into what looked like a kitchen, jammed a nearby broken pipe through the door handles, and shoved over what looked like an industrial freezer in front of it all for good measure. The moment he did, the freezer door came slightly ajar and blood started oozing onto the floor.
"Oh God," he said in a near sob.
It was back to the horror again. He could be brave enough for himself, defiant for himself, but everything he saw in this place that made it clear what had been done to other people was destroying all of that composure. It was making everything hazy. And the blood loss probably wasn't helpiug.
JA|ME/H[]ST-FR|END, Y[]U H/-\VE T[] KEEP M[]V|NG. SU|T FUNCT|ONS ST|LL D[]WN. REPA|R|NG C[]MMS F|RST. []THER FUNCT|[]NS W|LL T/-\KE T|ME
"Comms, yeah," Jaime said distantly, still staring at the blood oozing out of the freezer. Comms made sense. If there was anyone out there that could help him, anyone at all, that might be his best chance. Comms. Comms first."I - I -"
M[]VE! Khaji Da commanded, finally dragging Jaime out of his stupor, and he turned around to stagger his way through a large kitchen.