[ Arcade doesn't flinch when Danse pulls back from him, but he's been surrounded by towering figures in power armor his entire life (short as it has been, from this stunted, unconscious perspective). His natural inclination toward wariness aside, he isn't afraid of this one, either, even if his face isn't one Arcade knows as safe. It's the next rumbling explosion that startles him, prompting him to throw up an arm to shield himself from the shower of dust and bits of plaster, this time.
The ceiling still doesn't cave in, and the noise of boots on the ground and crackling gunfire still doesn't come barreling around the next corner, though it sounds like it should. But the heat of the fire pressing in around them is incentive enough not to linger in place for long. ]
Yes sir.
[ His voice is quiet, but it doesn't waver, this time. He just watches Danse expectantly, sullenly. Afraid but struggling not to show it on his face. ]
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The ceiling still doesn't cave in, and the noise of boots on the ground and crackling gunfire still doesn't come barreling around the next corner, though it sounds like it should. But the heat of the fire pressing in around them is incentive enough not to linger in place for long. ]
Yes sir.
[ His voice is quiet, but it doesn't waver, this time. He just watches Danse expectantly, sullenly. Afraid but struggling not to show it on his face. ]