Wing figures maybe they should just agree to complement each other with their own strengths. And appreciate the rest.

Wing is a little startled by the explosion--a long time since he'd seen a firearm. The monster roars, aiming--roughly--the wreck of his gun at Drift. But he's not one to leave an opening unexploited, so he dives in again, his blades striking at the thing's heart. No one hurts Drift, monster. Not while Wing's around.