"Disengage, disengage! Go for a defensive split! This isn't working! We're going to lose more people if this continues!"
Frantic maneuvering orders echoed through the comms as several mecha pilots desperately tried to deal with what had to be the strangest threat they'd encountered throughout their training, or perhaps even their lives.
Because something far more hair-raising than any corrupted beast was coming at them from God knows where!
Inside his own cockpit, safely disconnected from the shared channel, the pilot who'd given the order slammed a fist against his console.
"Setting up this kind of opponent…" he muttered bitterly. "No wonder they were all so tight-lipped! But if they were sending this kind of person for practice, how could they think of sending them all this useless equipment?! At least send them some railguns!"
He yanked hard on the flight controls, sending his machine veering away as the remaining mechas scattered in different directions.
