"Gotcha," he called back, terse, but what else really needed to be said? They had a rhythm going and it was a pretty solid one. It was like working with...

Dirk couldn't think of a good metaphor and he was pretty fucking busy anyway. But it didn't feel like this was the first time they had met, which he supposed was kind of accurate given their shared ectobiological origins. It made him wonder what working with his bro would be like.

Taking Rose's suggestion under advisement, he opted to start with one of the legs, figuring it would make targeting a bit easier for her if she didn't have to worry about it moving about while she was concentrating. Maybe just a bit. Plus, he figured dodging the fists would be good practice if he ever ran into Sawtooth again. Not like that would happen, though.