Swift, methodical, effective. Hearing at least a little through the door, he couldn't help a spare twitch of smile.
Still being great, huh?
"On 3!" He took a slow breath, closed his eyes for just a second. "One!"
He gripped the lip of the door, where the metal had buckled and warped around its pressure-sealed sill. Braced one foot against the wall, twisted his torso a little for the best leverage.
"Two!"
Part of working hard was working smart; he didn't just leverage out but to rotate the door, using its own warped shape to help lever it off its last remaining hinge.
"Three!"
The real heave of teeth-grit effort. Eyes clamped shut, filled with a heady desperation he'd never admit after the fact, the servos of his mechanical arm whirring with effort, the door finally rolled aside. Panting, sweating, he squinted into the smoke,
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Still being great, huh?
"On 3!" He took a slow breath, closed his eyes for just a second. "One!"
He gripped the lip of the door, where the metal had buckled and warped around its pressure-sealed sill. Braced one foot against the wall, twisted his torso a little for the best leverage.
"Two!"
Part of working hard was working smart; he didn't just leverage out but to rotate the door, using its own warped shape to help lever it off its last remaining hinge.
"Three!"
The real heave of teeth-grit effort. Eyes clamped shut, filled with a heady desperation he'd never admit after the fact, the servos of his mechanical arm whirring with effort, the door finally rolled aside. Panting, sweating, he squinted into the smoke,
"Pidge! Who needs the most help out?"