Allen wiped away his nosebleed, the coppery tang of rust filling his mouth.
He simply chose to ignore the excruciating pain in his Sea of Spirit, which felt as if it were being torn apart.
"Jarvis."
His voice betrayed no emotion. "Bring up all troop deployments and ammunition inventories."
[As you command.]
Twelve faint blue light screens instantly refreshed, waterfalls of data scrolling before Allen's eyes.
[Aiselan Kingdom coastal defense line: A total of ten standard Golem Legions deployed. One flying patrol squadron (equipped with 24 Storm Falcons, 3 Freedom Gundams), and two Cyclops units.]
[Cybertron inventory: Ten standard Golem Legions, 30 mine garrison units, two flying patrol squadrons, one Guard unit. One Cyclops and three Gabriels are in low-power hibernation.]
[Red Lotus-II guided missiles, inventory: 360,000 rounds.]
["Final Interpretation" high-explosive bombs, inventory: 120,000 units.]
[...]
