Dogfight

He was so dead...

They were cramping him away from the mansion. Their lasers too damaging to his machine as he is forced to snipe his targets. Each shot tightening his fists, his skin sticking onto the button like an adhesive. Making his situation even more uncomfortable for him amongst his lack of practice, still sluggish behind the joystick. He turns behind, gasping for air, hoping that they may come to his aid. But they never did. All of them uselessly depending on him to dish out the damage. What opportunists.

He looks ahead, shooting back at the target who relentlessly took down every single shot with it's bare claws. It's gaze unrelenting at it's next victim, roaring through the air like a buffalo which was exaggerated in the large storm. Hiding stealthily in the clouds and pounding him further back. Leaving only the Pixil to continue on a march and fortifying the mansion further. It's eyes shimmering in the fog. Laughing at his stupidity and ignorance.

"How are you even qualified for your job?"

The machine pummelled him further, slashing his left arm which tore apart cleanly from the machine, sending electricity through his body upon every touch and burned his fingers. Fizzling from the impact and now loose wiring, tangling around like a fruit bat and distracting him from their gaze. He grunted, stepping on the pedal recklessly with the joystick slammed far front, barely holding onto it's own stead and pleading at the idiot for some calm. To think carefully in his precarious situation. But his intensity overturned any of such ideas.

Pressing several buttons, he took out a large buster sword, slicing through the rain carelessly and greeting it's claws. It's vain attempt to keep it away soured almost immediately, clashing hard as both robots glanced angrily. Brother against brother. Hastily watching each other's tears fall from their enforcement. Sad but perfect.

"Who the hell are you! How the hell did you manage to steal these machines?!?"

He stared at the machine, attempting to yell in the storm which didn't help matters at all. His speech hardly audible in the storm and his speech too childish and embarrassing even for him to say again. Gulping and swallowing his torn pride as a man speaks through the line. His speech rather young and energetic, uncaring yet unnerved.

"Does it even matter?"

He kicked the Revel back in the chest, lurching the machine back which fizzled the electronics even further. Each second, the machine began to become harder to operate. His fingers trembling from his rash use, sweating buckets and fogging his safety helmet that could only be said as annoying to use. He snarls, realising his lack of exercise lately now coming to bite him in the ass peering at what seemed liked a large cannon that emerged from the chest. Barely anything like a cannon but something even more complicated. Hiding what seemed like his breasts were two large fans which whirled, generating lots of electricity which began to engulf the area as the barrel extended, barely anything like one but an electromagnetic variant with metal handled hastily, exposed to the rain amongst a mangled amount of wires which had been squeezed in a large metal cover on both ends. Generating what seemed like a ball of dark energy, darker than the black silence which began to swallow the light in the area like a vacuum cleaner.

"Be erased!"

He fired the weapon, watching gleefully at the black ball of darkness that immediately showed it's raw strength, sucking every drop of rain into oblivion. Swirling around the object like a whirlpool, unrelenting and unhinged. The pilots nearby freaked out, attempting to save themselves by stepping on the gas and dropping their weapons which fuelled it. Screaming at their inevitable end as the machines tore apart into a giant explosion which rocked the sea. Blasting through the air forcefully with a mushroom cloud and dragging the storm away beneath it's feet. Half of their fleet was gone. He licked his lips at the sight. Their lack of assistance exactly what he had felt on the bus trip then, just like his sister. However through the storm, the machine had not appeared but instead appeared behind her. He looked closely, widening in horror but yet unsurprising to his jib.

"Oh great!"

He watched, turning around to see the machine charging at the giant head avoiding every single laser now pointed at the madman. The buster sword brought out in the open with its tip directly at the eye. Unrelenting and unamused at the destruction that was about to commence. It was overly eager, absolutely unable to contain it's excitement. No one defending her? That couldn't be right. Such a thought appeared at the back of his hand, still leading a charge at the modified machine as it morphed. Grabbing him with what seemed like large claws that once came from it's lasers as it's head emerged amongst it's 'cloak' that showcased all of it's missiles, all of which were positioned uselessly and brightly amongst it's grey exterior and purple shoulder guards. Illuminating a sense of dread which lingered in the sky as a lady spoke into the microphone of the bright day.

"Weird how I had to use this weapon almost immediately, but alright..."

The lady looked with boredom, watching the screens at the helpless machine, seemingly sulking in the calming storm as loud sounds blast through the air. Blowing away the little moisture that remained. He looked at the machine, laughing at the stupid weapon he knew was redacted from the description of the machine book.

"Is that it?"

He laughed, unable to hearing anything in his cockpit but himself, slouching by the pedals and crossing his legs as he noticed their Japanese allies in their robots arriving at the duo calmly, drawing their weapon directly at the Unibody with the barrel directly at the cockpit which he to notice. Raising his eyebrows and dragging the joystick away. But the firm fingers held him stern.

"Not so smart after all?"

Each shell fired at the machine's backpack, smashing into the thin armour. Each minute more joined into the fray, making his situation even worse as the Pixil's fingers began to crush him whole. He could only be hopeful at his colleagues not appearing to kill him, as if that wasn't enough... he gulps, carefully grabbing the joystick, each press seems to induce an constant electric shock in his hands, his stomach churning at every attempt on his life. Guess he would unfortunately have to make do...

He grabs what seemed like a new weapon that intrigued the pilot as she laughed joyfully. Maniacally staring down at the cockpit, hearing the odd sensation of her eyes furrowing inside the darkness.

"Ooohhh what is that?"

She watched the man grabbed the bomb, swaying her fringe as she took off her helmet. Unable to bear the heat in her large cockpit, filled with screens and projections. Hearing the bomb screech loudly as a bright light emerged from her sights.

"Your downfall."

The brightness overwhelmed the sky. Single-handedly turning the clear sky white with the sounds of flames and crunching from their machines. She snarled, realising the bomb's purpose as she scrambled away to safety. The audio the machine was fitted with now just silence. She slams the controls, falling back to safety to his brother who stood away, furious and unsettled at her cockiness.

He watched the machine fall. Now an unrecognisable wreck of rust and peeling paint which crunched upon impact from the ground amongst the other machines, falling apart from the bright light. Beneath his feet, the mansion barely held on, it's roof partially collapsing as he notices a woman barely able to get on her feet, disoriented and stumbling. Rocketing her way to the other side of the mansion that in the light showcased it's raw size, taking up what seemed like the entire mountain that was the size of over 14 football fields.

But even then, the sky was all theirs. Without their strongest weapons, they could still terrorise them maniacally. All they had to worry about now was Scary Beanstalk and Seamaster, the only ones who could take them down. But even then it would be a simple breeze. He grinned, noting his master's escape route being sealed for good.

"Perfect."

He sighed, looking at the damaged machine, now rusting upon it's broken electronics, the electricity still fizzing about in the cockpit, somehow unable explode amongst the mangled mess of metal. He scratched his head, sighing.

"Hopefully it can be fixed... hopefully..."

He took off his helmet, the sweat clogged in his helmet all gushed out instantly as he gasped for air, looking into the waters for any signs of men who may had reawakened. The G-forces he endured had taken it's toll. His stomach popping for a disgusting spat in the clear waters and his eyes playing a clumsy dance in his head. But at the moment he couldn't rest. Being out of the open was bad enough. He grabbed the microphone, touching his wireless earpiece as he responded, still struggling for air after his lucky ordeal. Glad that the organisation has such a weapon in their storage this whole time.

"Guys... yeah unfortunately they have air superiority now..." he looks at the extremely rusted machine dumbfounded, it's U-shaped head beginning to fall apart starting with it's faded white U-shaped fin as he continued, "But their secret weapon seemed to have been compromised so that a bonus..." He listened to the chat. Nothing but eerie silence. If only Guy realised what really was happening. He could only lay down by the rocks as he looks at the torn up mansion several kilometres away in disgust. Feeling even more useless as ever with his eyes gazing on Hanson who struggled to treat Shao Lin's wounds. Hiding in plain sight from the flaming woman who had disappeared into the mansion, somehow not seeing the pair by the couch amongst angry drones that roamed, barely firing upon her misdirection. More losses. He could only hope that the waters were safe and calm enough for him to cross.

He began to strip down for the dash across, his outfit stiff from his trip as he struggled to take it off, glad he wore a swimming trunk and wondering Ambar's presence in the battlefield amongst the Japanese pilots whom rose from underwater, escaping in time amongst their friends who drowned. He had not said any word had been said to the group since the conflict started. Keeping his mouth shut for most of the time.

"Where is Ambar?"