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Date: 2020-01-19 03:37 pm (UTC)Blaze pulls her own Sparrow up at the other end of the field, on the other side of the wooden divider. Her bike's a bit more solid-looking than the one Dia rides, and to compensate she's changed into an older, lighter set of her armor, wearing just the chestpiece, gauntlets and helm, and detaching the right shoulder guard.
The Titan doesn't seem nervous, perhaps because she's not taking this too seriously. Her face is hidden behind her faceplate, much like Dia's, but the Exo lifts her lance in a jaunty salute to the waiting assassin. She has to keep a steady hand on her bike when she does: this balancing act is a harder than it looks. The Titan has strength on her side: it's easier for her to handle the length of wood she's wielding. Aim and precision are more like to be her problem.
And easy-going fun or not, the most laid-back Guardian in existence has a competitive streak. Once the trumpet sounds for them to get ready, Blaze settles down, adjusting the weight of the lance in her arm and focusing on her opponent. When the starting banner falls, she's riding to win.