"Thank you... for everything, RIN."
^Nope. NOPE. Strategic assessment indicates a 99.9827% probability that remaining here results in your immediate death... and consequently mine. BITCH, RUN!! USE YOUR WEIRD-ASS ABILITY AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!^
RIN screamed, her voice nearly clipping from panic.
Young Aether simply shook his head.
"We're really caught this time..."
There wasn't the slightest trace of fear in his voice.
Only acceptance.
The next instant...
Every weapon fired.
Young Aether moved first.
SHING!!
Twin Eclipse carved through the air in an ivory arc.
The first mech-suit's neck separated cleanly before the pilot even realised he'd been struck. The impossibly sharp blade sliced through reinforced alloy as though it were wet paper, sending showers of sparks and dark crimson blood across the metallic corridor.
Tang!!
CHUCK!!
"Hehe... Come on, fuckers! Is that all you've got?!"
His laughter echoed through the battlefield.
"FIRE!!"
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!
