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Eripse was airborne, and had control of it. Thus she was beyond a mere... punch. She'd duck beneath the blow, swinging her mantis stick upward, under his arm to the most vital of stab-points, the armpit. If the weapon sunk in, She'd rip the weapon skyward, hewing the man's arm from his torso, or atleast half. She'd render it useless, either way.

I've got all the power I'll ever need RIGHT HERE!!

As the pilot yelled, the mech was once more surrounded in a massive white burst of contrails as he fired all of the rest of his leftover missle pods towards the highly weakened Omega, covering an area far too wide for the injured mech to move away from in its damaged state. One couldn't help but notice that this final missle cloud was already even larger than the last one, and it too jumped in size as all the remaining missles split into their smaller parts. This complete emptying of the missle storage would usually unload 200,000 total projectiles once the missles had split, but since some of the missles had already been fired, it dropped the total down to roughly 180,000 total projectiles.

If a single blast of 2,000 projectiles had caused such bombardment of Omega beforehand, then this final blast would possibly be enough to turn what was left of the red mech into a pile of molten slag and useless metal fragments...

They would pass a bunch of sleeping elite forces, all peacefully under the preachers speel, the doors had been thrown wide open, security had been downed, and marker marks on the wall pointed the way. All courtsey of the preacher. They would find Dr. Iskugawa, frantically trying to open the door but having a deal of trouble, his papers and communication devices scattered across the hall.

"Open damn you, what in the hell, I'm runnin...."

Then he heard them approaching, he stood in front of the door, barring the way with his body. His eyes wide with terror, hate, and anger.

"No, no, I won't let you take her! She's mine. I will have Ymir, I will have an empire! I will know everything! Stay back! Stay back! I won't let you take my power!"

Once Evan approached, he'd pull a syringe out of his pocket and rushed for him.


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The preacher provided solace for Sumo on his defeat, then said, "You go home now, I have to stay behind, I can't let this citadel fall into the hands of the undead. At the very least, everything must be destroyed."

To bad there was no self destruct.

"I have nowhere else to go," Sumo said, "I'll help to make up for my loss."

"All this power is fake."

The missiles exploded all around the black-robed figure, as if some force was repelling them away from him. Omega, already disabled, would take on more damage. The pilot was surely dead. The wings would be surely destroyed, along with portions of it's arms and legs; but the area the black-robed figured hovered over, the head and torso, would remain. He floated up through the cloud of smoke and flames, hovering in front of the white mech. What remained of Omega had disappeared, evident once the smoke cleared, returned to whence it came.

"A fake body. A fake power. It is all useless."

I wield what I wield. I have no desires to be stronger than I am right now.

The extensions on the back of the mech split to reveal a strange spike proruding from them and they began to spin, glowing with the blue white energy from before.

I've defeated my enemy, and so I bid you adieu.

With his final words, the mech pilot powered his engines to full, and sped off away from Yaits city, and then, as the extensions spun faster, a powerful blue flash erupted from the mech, and a bright shimmer rocketed off into the distance faster than a bullet could fly. The Mystery Mech was gone...

Eri would nimbly dodge the doctor. Ho-yeah. She was about to turn around and kick him in the head, but then she hears that most uncool of cool sounds.


"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

It echo'd, like hell in her head. She refused. Nay, she FORBID it to happen. Slamming Evan away, She'd approach the child, laying her hands on her somewhat quietly, and ominously. They didn't sit, as they often did in the movies, with the son of god bringing back blah blah blah... No, she roved, almost in a petting fashion, searching... One hand would cradle the girl's cerebellum, and the other rested on chest, forming a fist... And then she would pull something that would make Evan freak. A sort of "Reverse" One-inch punch. First her fist tightened, digging talons to Bleed her palm, almost mangling herself, and then she'd uncurl, align her bleeding talons, and force them down, into the girl's torso. Her body would enter a different place, a different -state-. She alighted, Every feather gaining a milky-red glow, as her eyes burned like suns, Blood pooling around that chest as she seemed to experience the girl's death.... Below, her fingers tickled and coaxed the heart....

Matrix-y. Except alot more graphic on the outside.