Yeah. [ Jim backs up, but he doesn't actually start moving in earnest until 76 is within a meter or so of him, not wanting to bolt and then look over his shoulder to see the other man in trouble.
Having slightly better luck will be the mobile suits, massive robot figures slamming into Ysverai and unloading close attacks as well as whatever on-board firepower they have.
(Until they begin to rust and decay enough to trap the pilots inside.) ]
Maybe we can lead it out further than this, [ he says over all the noise. ] See if it survives the fog.
[ Ysverai roars, and Jim feels it in his head, his body, his very spirit, like being bisected. He half-staggers. Ugh. ]
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Having slightly better luck will be the mobile suits, massive robot figures slamming into Ysverai and unloading close attacks as well as whatever on-board firepower they have.
(Until they begin to rust and decay enough to trap the pilots inside.) ]
Maybe we can lead it out further than this, [ he says over all the noise. ] See if it survives the fog.
[ Ysverai roars, and Jim feels it in his head, his body, his very spirit, like being bisected. He half-staggers. Ugh. ]