Pitohui, explosives juggler

M crouched beside the satellite terminal, the scanner outstretched for everyone’s view. A cool holographic blue map hovered above the device, displaying terrain features and topography. The match time flickered in the corner as seconds slipped by. Each team leader’s position marker pulsed softly, but none were particularly close. “Nobody in range,” M muttered. Pitohui, clearly aggrieved at having no prey to chase, began juggling her plasma grenades absentmindedly, the matte blue-grey orbs spinning in her hands. “We’re killing time, when we should be killing enemies,” she said. “What about the forest to the southeast? Thick cover, plenty of camouflage, poor sightlines. The must be a few cowards hiding away in there.” LLENN studied the map, poking at some markers in that area. “It’s got a few inside. As long as the teams have stuck together, and not used decoys, we could surprise them.” “It's perfect!,” Pitohui added, grinning. “We'll torch the entire thing, smoke them all out. Fuka gets to test her new toys, and I'll have something to shoot at.” Fuka’s eyes lit up instantly, and she tossed Pito a 3rd grenade. “Oh, your evil. I love it! These babies need their time to shine.” LLENN’s eyes widened. “Wait! - that WAS one of your normal ones, right?!” Fuka tilted her head innocently. “What? That? No, it's one of the new ones you gave me.” “ARGH, don’t give those to her!?” LLENN shrieked, backflipping behind some crates. “THEY’RE IMPACT SENSITIVE!” “Well,” Pitohui said, still juggling smoothly, “I’ll just be careful not to drop...” An urgent, rapid high-pitched beep interrupted her. Pitohui froze, eyes narrowing as a faint red glow began pulsing from her right hand. Fuka froze, "Just how impact sensitive exactly...?" M calmly turned away, positioning his backpack’s shield between himself and Pitohui. LLENN ducked lower, clutching her pink hat over her ears.