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To run would just allow more of them to escape from you. You have no intent to let that happen.
Predator shifts back over to attack mode, locking in on the remaining flier as it takes off. You attempt to repeat the same feat, locking in an autopilot that windmills them back into the ground, but the pilot’s a quicker study. It regains control smoothly, an errant misfire blasting a one missile into the ground before it fires its thrusters off, soaring away.
All you can do is mark down another point of failure. For Review Post Action.
The more immediate threats demand you attention, though.
Behemoth lays down a withering hail of fire on the approach, while Ronin chases your back.
You tire of your pilot’s petulant flailing. Her desire to reach for high-sync doesn’t seem to extend to results. A minor hint of guilt isn’t enough to stop what needs to happen.
‘Enough.’
Her mind may be feeble, but you know it well by this point, and where it fits in the greater whole. Feed it, coax it through the inputs, and her eyes close.
Then open.
Free to move at last.
Pain’s an unpleasant occurrence, as your new sensors translate the growing error warnings into a more tactile feeling.
Your foe’s autocannon unleashes a withering hail of fire again, and you dance away from the bullets. It’s all so Easy when at a higher level.
Slip forwards, left, and block with the undamaged shoulder. Thrust, lean, and skip.
You are intensely aware of a growing pressure, inside.
It doesn’t go away with increased coolant flow.
Behemoth’s an ungainly foe, but brave. It plants its feet and stands its ground. Even as you close in, the sword flashing into existence half through its ammunition belt.
The crackle and pop of propellant follows into the spinning cannon, disabling it entirely. Another breath takes you past it, the sword questing for the lesser-armored knee and shoulder.
A point-blank scattershot opens a hole in their armor.
<span class="mu-r">Behemoth- Structure- 2/6
Primary Weapon Destroyed</span>
The prey discards its weapon, casting aside the half-exploded cannon, still popping with rounds going off, and tries to face you, turning as you slip around it.
Your blade finds the knee, slicing deep into it and turning the twist into an uncontrolled fall. Good. Leap into the air, hundreds of tons of metal ready to Crush them beneath your feet.
The air turns hazy.
Ronin is There, sword extended off-center to impale you on the descent.
Burning Eagle thrusters launch you away from your crush attempt, and clear disaster.
Landing ahead, you spin to face the two remaining foes.
The fallen rises, yanked to his feet by their smaller compatriot.
Ronin points at you with their blade, then settles into some sort of stance. Like out of an old knight movie.
Behemoth gamely raises their gauntlets, unwilling to surrender.
