There's no finesse in what Blaze is doing here. She cut her metaphorical teeth as a Striker Titan: charging in and hitting things hard is what she knows best. And that's exactly what she does. It's not precise or thought-out, but the lance hits on target. The tip shatters against Dia's chest armor and delivers enough force to unseat the smaller assassin. Her own lance clips Blaze's shoulder and slides into her collar a fraction of a second later, driven off-course by the impact.

The top-heavy Exo sways in her seat, but she's still on the Sparrow as she swings it to a halt with a cheerful whoop, engine rumbling. The squires are already hurrying to see if Dia needs any help and replace any damaged gear.

"You okay there, Dia?" she yells over, craning her head over the barrier toward her opponent. The Titan tosses her broken lance on the ground and rubs at her dented collar. Over to the side Ghost is doing a mid-air twirl in celebration for his Guardian. "Ready for another round?"

Another round, now that the assassin knows much better how she moves...