001 - Network/action - Get along little dinosaurs?

[havingprecision]

[The network startles to life with a riot of noise. Shouts. Gunshots. The sound of large animals trumpeting and snarling.]

.. are you insane? STOP SHOOTING!

CRASH

Some idiots decided to rile up the dinosaurs and they're currently stampeding through old town Chicago and the gangsters.. [Cue a pause to hear the sound of a tommy gun going off in the background] are taking exception to this. Anyone within the sound of my voice who can help get civilians out of harms way, I need you down here. Everyone else stay clear. I repeat stay clear!

[Dinosaurs and gangsters. Yep. He's got this.
He'd better because Oliver is up and moving back into the fray.

At least it's better than sitting around.]

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[havingprecision]

There's an immediate acknowledgement from Mick to the call. He's on the way.

The entire street is chaos. Angry gangsters firing at anyone and anything that moves, confused massive herbivores charging in response and angry predators looking to make a meal out of any stragglers.

An arrow sings through the air, catching the smaller dinosaur in the flank and it screeches in protest, wheeling on the figure in green with an angry hiss. Oliver springs onto a nearby cart, drawing and firing again, picking off another intent on making a meal out of a frightened family.

Sara's here.
She'll back him.
They've got this. Dinosaurs and gangsters be damned.

[strongerthanyouknow]

It's more the zip of the arrow, the sound of it, that makes Sara look up a little surprised, a little amused, than anything else. She's had a team too long now to be surprised about dodging other shots taken for you, at you, by you, to be entirely all that startled by that part of it. It's easy to reach from one of her batons, while the small dinosaur is hissing and roaring, torn between the sudden arrow in its body and the new attacker.

Reach for it and snap it out, in the same motion that brings it around, bashing the end of it into the dinosaurs head. To push herself back, with a smirk tossed toward the car, even as she's snapping out the second and looking for the next closest target. "You really should stop trying to make friend with my friends."

[havingprecision]

An answering smirk as she moves, a blur of graceful and violent action. Professional. Deadly. Aware of her surroundings and the people fighting at her side. "What can I say? I saw you first." Another arrow is loosed, rigged with a flare to startle an ankylosaurus from swinging a club like tail through a window front. The dinosaur bellows and charges away from the offending light and smoke.

[strongerthanyouknow]

"Excuse, excuses." Somehow there's still a blithe laugh in those words.

It's easy to weave. Harder to determine between guns or teeth. Both are a problem. One would be better in the hands of people trying to shoot dinosaurs and not set off more dinosaurs, and Sara would rather she wasn't just as concerned about being shot at the same second as being eaten. At least her people are reporting in, headed this way.

Sara is a ribbon of movement, even as she's considering the dinosaur stampede, and both the destruction already done and the destruction possible next, by the end of the worst of this. Not that she's against becoming the distraction for people two and three times her size, but they don't usually come with club tails, tusks, and a full back of spikes. It's easier to be a distraction. Something to get their attention from and be run at than it is to consider running head long into a whipping post.

"We need to get them back out of this area."

[havingprecision]

Draw. Aim. Breathe and release. The movements are lightning fast as he uses another arrow to direct a massive dinosaur towards the street and away from another building. "We've got to get those idiots to stop shooting first. They're gonna stampede through the rest of LA at this rate."

Never mind what the others are doing. He can coordinate with Sara and she can direct her team accordingly.

[strongerthanyouknow]

It's not surprising to hear the same thought she'd been having come out of Oliver's mouth. There was a reason they sometimes ended up finishing each other's sentences and already being in the same camp on a plan before even touching in with each other. A questionless, reliable professional ease in that found little elsewhere.

"Already got my people on it."

And she did. Also, on top of dancing with a dinosaur several times the size of her, but since never did Sara Lance choose safety over those kinds of facts. Protect the people on the ground, trust those with distance range. Trust her people to get the guns. Put herself in the path of the worst.

Not because it's reckless, but because she's the one who can handle that.
Stay in movement. Small, and fast. Keep it off balance. Aim for the eyes.