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Omega brought it's arms up, crossing them in front of it's head and chest, holding it's ground as it withstood the brunt of the missile barrage. When the smoke cleared, the damage was evident across it's armored shell; dents and scorchmarks and small chunks of armor plating were blown off. Wristblades igniting again, Omega launched up into the air at the white mech, thrusting forth it's right wristblade to pierce through the mech's chest plates in a high-speed attack.

"Graaaaaagh!"

Omega flailed as it was swung around and released, firing it's booster at full charge to prevent itself from slamming into the ground. Alarms were going off as scanners detected the energy buildup. The pilot braced himself to take the severe hit, as the beam slammed into Omega and sent it crashing into the ground, cratering and wiping out several blocks of the city.

When the smoke cleared, Omega lay crumpled against shattered cement and road, and piles of rubble. The chest plates were severely burned and damaged, blown away chunks revealing what looked like glowing green wires underneath. It didn't look like it would be moving for a while. Something else was there that wasn't before. Hovering over the smoking husk of the disabled Omega was a black-robed figure, gazing up at the white mech.

"Do you want the power?" The voice would be heard more in the pilot's mind than from a speaker.

When the white mech first appeared, there was dread silence throughout the battle station, Bakkar shook his head, taking out a pipe he rarely smoked. Someone moaned rather loudly, another tech was about to bang his head on the controls, when suddenly the optimistic young woman sitting in front of Bakkar had a sudden outburst.

"The unidentified white mech is attacking the red Omega!"

A cheer burt through the control room, even Bakkar joined in, the tech jumped from her chair and hugged the General, making everyone laughed.

"s**t," Bakkar said, "Don't celebrate just yet, and keep the defenses up, for all we know, it could be the undead forces having a little family squabble. One thing, it will at least buy us some time."

The room took on the atmosphere of a sports party nonetheless, the people inside cheering for the white mech.

Eripse giggled, stepping forward, bearing the complete version of her unused weapons. The Mantis Sticks. She'd step next to Evan, smiling at him.

"Thanks." She'd murmur, stepping forward. She clicked the sticks to the sheathed state, and the drawn state, Metal spines rising with a flick of her wrist.

"Hi. I'm Eri." She said simply, smiling innocently as she approached. "I guess you're my entertainment for tonight. Perhaps I can help you... cut away Some of your obesity."

((This is a serious fight, to the best of my ability))

Sumo turned red, tired of constantly being insulted because of his size, being bullied, Iskugawa couldn't punch his way out of a wet paper bag, Bakkar was much more formidable, but was past his prime. The preacher was an idiot in Sumo's opinion. Sumo was tired of being taken lightly.

The sweat turned to steam, and suddenly Sumo was clouded in the midst of a foul smelling fog, but not only Sumo, the fog clouded a huge section of the hallway. Sumo approached Evan, his sword facing outward, held by one hand. His left fist was in a ball. His steps were slow and plodding, like the approach of a slow freight train. It seemed like it would take sumo forever to get to his target.

Sumo's heart was filled by pain and sadness, but not by rage, Sumo always kept his rage in check, even though he always seemed to cause such rage in others. The intentional slugishness of his movements had been deceptive, the counter punch a mere feint. Now that Eripse's wings were flapping, he would come at her swiftly, almost matching her speed from before, with a much more powerful punch for her torso. Surprisingly, the fat man could move when he wanted to.