The sound of a door sliding open—an escape pod, ready and waiting.
Yet clearly, it is not meant for Gangplank himself.
"𝐆𝐨. 𝐀𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 '𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧."
a step back, a single bead of sweat runs down her scalp ... fiery red hair no longer waving majestically𓈒 she stares at the weapon𓈒
“ exo, tactical retreat𓈒 ”
...
“ exo.ᐣ ”
To say she is at an absolute disadvantage would be an understatement, and yet, he opts to humiliate her even *more;* once the weapon has been thoroughly crushed, he simply releases his hold and withdraws his arm, not a word spoken nor any attempt made to counterattack.