IC: Fairuza had cause to be devoutly thankful that she was not continuously transmitting on the comm; while she did her best to run for cover when Munequita ascended, there was a limited amount that would do a Warrior any good against an enemy coming in from above, and while she wasn't sure her - unfortunately, excellent - dance partner would understand even the words that formed the running stream of wildly incoherent Faroese cursing, it was fair to say that she wouldn't want to take the chance that someone would record and translate such a transmission. That someone might overhear from outside of the simulator did not, it must be said, occur to her. Still, while there was nowhere to hide, running full-tilt did manage to spoil the plans of the aspiring Impaler now coming down from the sky to a certain extent. As the heavy impacts started, the auxiliary camera Fairuza had installed at the top of the cranial unit immediately died, followed within seconds by the main camera as the cranial unit was pulverized. After that, the shaking of the simulator told her that shots were traversing a line down the back of her walker, throwing off Týr's balance and pulverizing the second auxiliary camera - the Faroese Warrior pitched forward, landing with considerably more noise than dignity. As the Warrior struggled to rise, Fairuza opened the comm and cleared her throat. "I did not say I was finished. Týr is blind, the head is gone, but the warrior remains. Come to the ground and finish this, if you want to earn those drinks. I'll... I'll be at the column of black smoke, I guess." As she said this, she took her 'mech through the motions of preparing for the final showdown. Memory served in place of sight as Týr drew the spear from its waist, primed the Gauss rifle, and prepared to die. It would have been undignified to let it end any other way.