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Corvus grinned a little wider, heading to his own Battlesuit; it seemed to swallow him up, and then he followed after her.
Gizmo rolled his eyes at their blatant flirting before pressing a few buttons; the platform glowed, and suddenly the two found themselves in the outside world, the aforementioned outpost in sight while at the same time being far enough that their presence wasn't noticed yet.

The Abyssian in question was in a Soldier-class battlesuit, and didn't seem to have detected Melody or Corvus yet. Meanwhile, Corvus silently snuck into the base and waited in the shadows for Melody to fire the opening shot, the hands of his battlesuit shifting into claws as the suit shifted to become more streamlined, the usual "wings" sprouting from its shoulder blades. He then allowed himself to become fully immersed the Abyssian mentality, becoming cold, calculating, and ready for war - all he was waiting for was for Blue Flare to fire the first shot.

Meanwhile, down below Corvus exploded into a blur of action; the heightened speed and reflexes his stolen Battlesuit gave him coupled with the information Melody was constantly sending him let him weave through the ranks of the Abyssians, in many cases slaughtering them before they even realized he was there and keeping them from figuring out where the mysterious sniper was shooting from. Oddly enough, a lot of his kills seemed to consist of ripping out the optical sensors first before killing them as quickly and silently as possible - when coupled with the wings, that was likely the cause of his suit's moniker of Death Crow, considering the bird in question's infamous eyeball-eating tendencies.
On a completely unrelated note, the warrior in him was rather impressed by Melody's accuracy, while his inner sex-starved male actually found the idea of Melody with a gun to be rather sexy for some bizarre reason.

Not to be outdone, Corvus let loose dozens of razor-sharp metal "feathers" from his wings, which sliced deep into the hulls of nearby Abyssian suits... and then exploded for good measure, taking out armed and unarmed troops alike. He then repeated this on the outpost itself, the feather-bombs seeming to seek out all the weakest points in the buildings that made it up and detonating, bringing the structure down at a rapid pace and either flushing out or crushing any survivors of the initial joint assault.

Corvus's answer was to appear behind Melody, ripping off the arm of the mech that had been about to kill her before slamming the limb through the enemy Battlesuit like a spear... or a massive spike, since that was what the robotic limb had attached to it. "Yep, I got 'em," he told her. "Need any help?"

You could almost hear Corvus opening his mouth to answer, then closing it. "...Honestly, I've never been on a date either - me and the other guys generally avoid human settlements, for obvious reasons," the boy admitted sheepishly, referring to his and Gizmo's non-human appearance and Hood's blatant bloodlust; the first two would probably get shot on sight and the last one would likely start a slaughter once he got bored. "On top of that, I'm pretty sure there's no fancy restaurants or movie theaters around here, so the typical date options are probably out. Maybe we could fly around and make small talk... or maybe have a spar or something...?" After all, he'd heard you could learn more about a person in a fight than you could with small talk... or something like that, since he was probably mangling the saying.

Naturally, that had Corvus's eyes glued to her a**, brain supplying a rather impressive mental image of how she was likely moving inside the suit at that moment; hell, she could probably feel him staring, he was watching her so intently. So much so, in fact, that he didn't realize that his battle suit had shifted slightly to match his physique underneath his clothes (minus naughty bits, obviously) in a subconscious attempt to similarly show off.
Still, when he saw her turn to look at him he hastily realized what he was doing and moved his eyes back up to above neck level, answering, "Sounds like a plan. Non-lethal equipment only, then?" After all, Battlesuit weapons weren't exactly for a nonlethal spar - the only exception tended to be those suits geared more toward capture than actual battle, and even then they still did a fair amount of damage.

Corvus grinned, ducking under the sword swing before grabbing her fist. He then proceeded to lash out with an attack of his own, claws blunted as he similarly went for the solar plexus. He felt the same rush he always did when fighting a worthy opponent, grinning like a maniac in his Battlesuit.