And those electrolances from back in the day were a joy to use. Otherwise, nothing really stuck out to her. Even her CryoBlade - she assumed that since she was great with her beltknife, she would also enjoy using it with a mecha. But it just wasn’t the same. She felt as though she was constantly s
The announcer stood on his antigrav platform and hovered into view of the crowded stands. He was in a completely different outfit from last week, but still incredibly ostentatious. This time, his entire suit glittered against the lights that hovered around him. Such was the nature of show business.
Universal Mechanics “Templar” Heavy Modular Shield System [A] - Pilot: Castle Role: Defense Loadout: Universal Mechanics “Bulwark” Heavy Sentry Chassis [A] Universal Mechanics 200mm Grenade Launcher [C] Universal Mechanics Rocket Pod SM [C] Universal Mechanics “Templar” Heavy Modular Shield
The extensions swung out and struck the ground solidly, and kept his footing beyond stable. Then he angled his shoulder-mounted cannon up into the sky. “Ready when you are, captain,” said Tailspin. “Stand by,” replied Deadeye. “Calculating bombard interjection point now… Sending coordinates. Engag
“Gah!” cried Xylo. “It’s only just started, and we lost 14% of our troops! We’re literally already losing! That’s ridiculous!” Kali was also alarmed at their losses, and was a little angered by the move. It was tactically sound, but she still felt it was unfair to them, somewhat. “Freya!” she said
They simply raised their shields higher and let them absorb the majority of the damage. Sure, their A-ranked armor could easily shrug off a good amount of damage, but not all. It was better to sacrifice their shields than let them chip away at their armor. Especially if they were going to fight in
The truth was that Raijin and Xylo had performed a hard flank and skirted the city’s right edge as they advanced towards the Bastion. Though it took them a little longer to get to the front, they were relatively safe from the bombardment. By the time they reached the 1000 meter mark, the artillery
Final Bastion watched the Ravens’ position with utter trepidation. Although their scout had circled around in an attempt to make visual contact, he was constantly driven off by Freya’s beamcannon. Clearly they could see them, but not the other way around. It was utterly baffling to Deadeye, as his