Patience of a saint, 14 times over

Mia scoffed and folded her arms, her whole body still feeling stiff but able to enjoy a moment of levity with Jasmine as she managed to joke about keeping that shotgun… or maybe she was serious, Mia wasn’t entirely sure but hey it was a nice bit of kit. So long as they made sure she was only firing rubber bullets or some shit she doubted anyone could really complain about adding something more refined to her sometimes chaotic arsenal. “Yeeeeah well… it ain’t sanctioned by your support studies kids but maybe I can keep a hold of it for ya till you graduate. Mount it up on my wall above the couch. Bet it’d look reeeeal nice s’long as I keep it polished.” She smirked, half joking about turning Jaz’s trophy into her own.

Dipping her head back to the source of the sound Mia gave a firm nod without even looking back right away as she got an idea of Jasmine’s plan. She backed up through the trashed robots, kicking them aside with her bare heels to make sure she had some good footing. Her bloodied arm was now covered in twice the bandage bindings of her costume and her good arm was entirely bare, though it it did have some bruises now. She lowered just it down knowing she only needed one hand to handle Jaz and then some, letting the girl run up into her hand and thrusting her up over head so she’d likely land safely albeit with a bit of a roll on the floor above.

“Tell me what ya get outta there! I’ll see if there’s anything we can salvage down here.” She knew Jaz was her responsibility on these things but damn she trusted that kid to back her up like a full pro. She wasn’t gonna baby sit her when they could cover more ground even after what just happened. Heck, if anything Jaz just proved more than ever that she could handle herself without Mia looking over her shoulder every step of the way. Her right arm still aching, she stepped carefully through the mess of robots and destroyed circuitry, smashing a foot down on the torso of any of the robots that kept twitching. “Jesus fuck… who made you shits…? You’re more durable than some heroes I know…”

She was just hoisting one of the more intact carcasses off the floor, thinking they could take it back to the government and some boffin in a lab or whatever might be able to tear it apart and figure out something about whoever made it, hoisting it over her shoulder by one of it’s barely attatched limbs and ready to call for Jaz to see if she was ready to go when-

“SHIT!”

Mia felt the shards of rubble and glass flung her way, raising an arm to defend against it and hissing through her tusks with a harsh red glare over her arm. Whatever cowered had been using this placed had seemingly rigged it to blow. Her gaze followed Jaz but she’d been caught off guard to the point she couldn’t catch her, rushing over without hesitation, feeling chunks of the loosened ceiling crash into her back, patches of red forming, both from scraped skin and the leathery transformation she tended to go through, hoisting an arm under Jaz before she even finished asking. Mia wasn’t all that worried, but there was definitely an urgency to her actions seeing Jaz unable to stand on her own two feet.

“Don’t worry kid I gotcha. Just grab onto my shoulder this is gonna be a ride…!” She started making her way to the exit, jumping up to the level they’d entered through but cursing harshly again as she found it already blocked by a good chunk of rubble… okay Mia thing. They weren’t that deep into the place, the hill was bound to still mostly be soil so…

She glanced up to the ceiling again, watching as some of the heftier chunks seemed to be falling primarily from the center between 4 of the crumbling pillars. Without a moment to lose Mia leapt back into the middle of the warehouse like storage room, rearing back her good arm as Jaz’s weight laid into her bad one, grunting as the Red Rage covered everything on her left arm right up to the shoulder now, and the restrained grunt turning into a mighty roar as she threw her entire might towards the ceiling. “GRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

The wind force of her punch really hit behind this one, and with the already crumbling structure and the loose meters of earth above that, the entire structure in a thick cylinder above them was blown skyward, likely going to come back down in a moment like concrete rain but leaving them with a rapidly crumbling way to get out. A titanic jump later and Mia was clasping onto the edge of her makeshift getaway tunnel, tossing Jaz to the outside without thought before hoisting herself up. Thick, slightly wet clunking sounds as the concrete and rubble started to fall into the disturbed earth around them, Mia’s left arm, even with the reinforcement of the Red Rage, looking bruised and battered from the exertion there, taking deep, heavy breaths so the pain didn’t just send her into a full body rage then and there.

“C-come on kid… place is going down… you know how to roll downhill right?~” She teased, trying to joke through the beating she’d just given herself to give them an exit.

Mia watched as, despite the exhaustion in each of them, Jaz still seemed to have a clear shot of her quirk left in the tank, using it skyward to clear the debris out of the sky. As much as she seemed to need a hand finding her way out Mia shoulda known the girl still had one left just incase, a chuckle flowing through her throat as she dragged herself out of the pit she'd climbed up out of, rolling onto her back and looking up to the sky as she watched the subtler explosions rip through the sky above her, destroying all the little aspects of debris before they could come down on them. A few pebbles remained, but beyond that it was a harmless dust cloud that flew off into the distance.

"Ya know what... fuckin' better than mine." She let out a pained chuckle, she could feel blood oozing against the skin of her right arm. A bit of internal bleeding but... when did that ever kill anyone? She knew well enough that she was a sturdy bitch however. She didn't have a regen factor fast enough to heal her mid fight, but a bit of internal bleeding after the fact? Aaaah she'd be right as rain. For now though she just tipped her head back and let out a deep, long breath as she tried to relax. Sure there was a crumbling nuclear shelter beneath her but... fuck it, her arm was killing her and she needed to take a breath.

"First day I had on the job I took down an entire corner store with me... I mean fair enough I was 15 and a vigilante with no training but... I still think you got one up on me." She let out a weak chuckle as she shifted her arm to rest on her stomache. "Why the fuck is it I break my arm half the times we hang out?~"