[Like, dude! An impatient snap to his voice, because this is not his first time in a battle, and also not the first time he's looking out for someone.
There's only room for overthinking and shutting down in a panic in the quiet between battles, when the forest quiets down and the spirits lets them rest for a while. Those are the times when Quentin's brain decides to second-guess every single choices he's ever made, and call him a pathetic loser for it.
But in the heat of battle, with the sour breath of hostile spirits breathing down their necks, Quentin is running on adrenaline and fear, blood pumping and mind crystal clear.
And mouth running.]
Fuck, someone should have thought to ask for night vision goggles. Why haven't anyone thought of that? It's this way? And also - heat vision. That could have been pretty helpful right about now, you know? Or--or camo outfits? Drones strikes. Yeah, attack drones would be good, could have been fucking great.
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[Like, dude! An impatient snap to his voice, because this is not his first time in a battle, and also not the first time he's looking out for someone.
There's only room for overthinking and shutting down in a panic in the quiet between battles, when the forest quiets down and the spirits lets them rest for a while. Those are the times when Quentin's brain decides to second-guess every single choices he's ever made, and call him a pathetic loser for it.
But in the heat of battle, with the sour breath of hostile spirits breathing down their necks, Quentin is running on adrenaline and fear, blood pumping and mind crystal clear.
And mouth running.]
Fuck, someone should have thought to ask for night vision goggles. Why haven't anyone thought of that? It's this way? And also - heat vision. That could have been pretty helpful right about now, you know? Or--or camo outfits? Drones strikes. Yeah, attack drones would be good, could have been fucking great.