Assault

The machine hissed and heaved, pulling Sylvie up from her feet. Listening to more vines emerging from the shadows holding on to her vines with a frustratingly sound of strain. Threatened by the reality of being torn to pieces with the vines beginning to cover the entire mech. The alarms blared, deafening the pilot with the sounds of tumbling rocks stalagmites crashing onto the runway. Smashing equipment and armed men struggling to evade the chaos now within the airport. Uselessly attempting to assist her efforts with stolen weapons that were more stone-aged than their newer counterparts.

"You dare kill me in such a one sided affair!"

There wasn't any choices left, she could tell she thinks of her as nothing more than a child. A stepping stone to gain more. But she possibly doesn't understand the meaning of loss. The loss of the ability to gain anything more in their meaningless lives. She closed her eyes, remembering how her parents lives were lost by their inaction. Torn apart by the slimy figure they barely escaped from. A memory she and her brother share tearfully. Yet as she looks upon the buzzing monitor, their actions seemed far too excessive for a ragtag bunch of model heroes. Respected mostly by the world.

"I'm sorry guys..."

She slams onto the panel, tapping on the buttons as the monitors fizzled from major damage. Unable to continue holding up to the strain left to use it's only effective weapon.

The Sound of Doom.

"WAIT DON'T!"

Large panels unravelled under the metal head, revealing a large octagon pod with vents surrounding the weapon. Bursting with a bright laser powered shield that melted and burnt any attempt from the vines creeping in furiously. Making the once all mighty Earth Guardian wince in silence. Showing off emotions she hardly shown ever since the end of the conflict at Sector B. A fine prize to indulge in. She stares back at the monitor, now fizzing less from her weakened grip. Boldly proclaiming the action to use the weapon that once made an army fall to their knees.

"Yes."

A blast of unnerving sound blew throughout the entire cave, tearing apart the vines which surrounded her machine, freeing her from her bounds. Leaving Sylvie with nothing left but to cover herself in vines, attempting to cushion her fall and the side effects she remembered in the database. Below the armed men and women covered their ears, laying to the ground, attempting to grab a set of headphones in a bid to fight back with renewed vigour. Attempting to avoid further physical damage to their eardrums. A sound not meant to destroy, but influence and overwhelm. Turning everyone against her opposer with unshakable determination despite the deafening side effects.

She swings the machine slowly around, turning to face the exit amidst the chaos, attempting to evade Leroy who fired back with a shotgun. Cautious from the number of wires and lamps stuck to the top of the cave and the fire hazards down below. All on the verge of tearing apart within the rumbling cave. She steps on the thrusters, shooting forward to safety as the sun dawned upon the machine with grace.

"Finally! No amount of planning can trap me in here! I can finally go out and battle on on my own terms. Nothing can stop me now Hacksaw! These men and women will finally be able to fight on safely all with the sounds of rage! Ahahahahahaha-"

A bright flash rattles her machine, abruptly stopping her from her full thrust with a spit of saliva. Tugged tightly from her nearly painful jump from her seat. She pants, breathing heavily amid her blurred vision which blinded her every move. She shakes her head vigorously, trying to get a grip of herself as she turns to look through the cameras, spotting a metal piece the size of a small city car stuck upon the rocky wall like an unsightly tattoo. Smashing the equipment that attempted to cover the hidden airport's presence. Around it, smaller metal pieces of the same size twisted from the large metal piece. Seemingly created an icosagon, securing the cave perimeters from air to sea. Seemingly tracking the entire hole as it covers the entire entrance with a large metal ball on each piece. Fizzing ecstatically with static electricity. Elated that it had caught it's target.

"Wait a second... that wasn't there before... unless it came from those missiles?!?!"

She turns back, watching the Unibody approaching her slowly behind. Ignoring the weapons being fired from all directions. It's face blank. Rather disappointed at it's brethren now stuck in such a compromising position. Fooled by the lamest trick in the book.

"Now girl. I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. But please power down the machine, I don't plan to fight you. I just want to talk. We need your assistance to stop those invaders."

"What?"

Without compromise, the Unibody grabbed the Pixil, still attempting to turn despite the interference. Lodging it into a large small gap on the side of the cave, a gap that was once the entrance to the corridors leading to the lounges for the armed men and women. Smashing the lightings and panels which trembled onto the ground amongst shattered glass. She tries to pull away, attempting to move away to face the Unibody regarding his actions. But each move seemed to make the cave tremble.

"HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!"

She yelled through the mike, slamming upon the console as she lets go of her grip, unable to do anything but attempt to power down despite the unsuitable location. Her exit clogged with stone. She fumed, attempting to calm down. Unable to believe she had lost once again as she feels a light tap from her mech.

"Sorry. At the moment, I need to take precautions. But please power down and wait. Don't join in the fight! Once we subdued the others, we'll converge to talk."

He peers back at Sylvie who got back up from the diminishing sounds of her mech. Still being fired at all directions from the armed men and women with their earphones, oblivious to the silence that beckoned the facility. Hopeful that with this action and her mech powered down, the crazed lady would not immediately charge in a like a maniacal killer and kill her. Her actions now far too aggressive to be trusted despite her remarks. He wished he could investigate her, hoping to find out the odd change in behaviour. However time was not on his side. Nor was there any luck when Guy was in charge.

"And why should I trust you?"

He looks back at the mech stuck at the wall. Her voice evidently worried, unable to response back without any trembling upon the controls. Still bottled within her emotions that had been oppressed forcefully. Possibly swayed by the image of late. He sighs, pressing on the mike as he softly eased his nerves.

"Look. There are bigger fish to fry at the moment. Just stay here."

He turns around, leaving the stuck metal head by the wall in solitude as he disabled the equipment by the entrance of the cave. Stuck in place like a scar to a wound. Listening to the cries of armed men still attempting to deal with Sylvie. But even she is a hot mess.

"Hey! What is your status Energy Breaker?"

He radios into the small walkie talkie by his ear. Hopeful it still works despite the thick cladding and stone walls. He still remembered how he made this way before the war. A piece now in circulation across the globe. One of his works that got him favours from the then government let by Kruger. Still glad his father didn't notice his movements until the end of the war. But even then, he may as well be dead to him.

"Not good."

She stares upon the battlegrounds, a once warm sitting area, now burning brightly with flames and led sprayed across the floor. The stone walls and wooden floor laid on the burnt ground. Torn asunder to dust and pieces. Riddled with thick bullets holes, sprayed intensely from the two battles amongst the broken and damaged machines Ambar had made. His dangling arm now kicked to the side, hidden away from the main battle. The sounds from the airport echoed across the corridors, showing of the same sentiments alongside the dead or unconscious bodies scattered across the floor.

"How brutal can you get..."

She couldn't tell where the buyer was or where Ambar and the cyborg were, but judging by the sounds of explosions and saws. It must have been legendary. Despite this she feels a sense of nausea and disgust for herself. She may had lost all of her abilities, but even on the face of this, she couldn't understand why were they struggling against one woman with the power of fire. It wasn't even like Derek who till this day is not skilled despite Baku claiming to her of the work she did.

Nevertheless, she could only watch helpless at the fiery lady who levitated above the second floor. The last one standing amongst the unconscious men and women who laid dormant. Though as she continued to watch, she could see the slimy lady called Bryony attempting to control them like zombies. A useless ability compared to her all ranged attacks and an irksome sight.

"Now then, who else wants to be burnt!"