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Sara
Sara could say, quite honestly, that she was rarely off her game. Her training had ingrained the ability to know where every weapon in the room was at a time into her through very harsh measures. So it was as much to her surprise as everyone else's when one of their gun-wielding enemies managed to fire a shot in her direction before she'd noticed them pulling the weapon out.
It was sheer luck that Ray had even managed to see the weapon being drawn. His currently small size meant he was only really able to see, and fly through the gaps between people when they randomly appeared before closing into a new combat formation. Flying as hard as his tiny engines would allow, he managed to zip his between her and the oncoming bullet.
Sara watched in, something as close to horror as she'd allow herself to get during a fight, as the barely visible figure of Ray and the bullet collided, before careening wildly to one side and tumbling out of her sight. Getting herself back into her combat mindset, she paused to flip her communication gear on. "Palmer.... PALMER?"
There was no answer.
Looking around, she took long enough to notice the orange and blue energy that signaled to her that Mick and Leonard had arrived. Knowing Hunter, Kendra and Firestorm wouldn't be far behind them, she turned to the task of fighting her way towards the direction Ray had been falling towards before she'd lost track of him. Not willing to get caught out again, her eyes rapidly scanned back and forth as she moved towards where she'd last seen Ray, keeping a lookout for both the currently tiny man, and any opponents that might try to attack her when they thought she wasn't paying attention.
There.
Partially hidden by a plant that had been knocked over during the scuffle, she saw the distinctive blue lights that shone from Ray's Atom Suit, although half of them were currently out.
With the battle moving too fast around for her to do more than grab him off the floor, she reached down and picked him up, using the momentum as she dipped down, to kick another of her enemies in the head. Unable to do more than check what she knew of finding lifesigns when the person was surrounded by armour, and with no real pockets to speak of in the clothes she was currently wearing, she unceremoniously stuffed the miniaturized man in between her breasts before spinning up into a back kick against the opponent reaching down for her, then slamming an uppercut into the one following him.
Looking up, she watched as the man she'd kicked, flipped onto on the patch of ice Captain Cold had been in the middle of creating, before sliding out of sight through the nearby doorway, clearly unconscious.
If Sara hadn't known Leonard for a while, she might have taken offense to the way his eyes lingered on her chest for a few seconds longer than normal before returning to the fight, but the truth was, he had barely looked at her breasts at all before now, she knew his eyes were trained, not on her, "Assets", but on the small, barely visible and currently unconscious head poking up slightly from between them.
Still, she'd dwell on Captain Cold's slightly unusual behaviour later, right now she had a fight to win and carry a small, currently injured man through to safety, and the medical bay.