Vol. 1 Chapter 7 - Sleipnir

/Location: Larkinson Residence and Mech-Workshop/

/povVesLarkinson/

"Holy shit! That is a tall horse, I was not aware they got that large." I asked my brother, who was busy petting-down, a tall dark-black horse in the backyard.

"His name is Sleipnir, the warhorse of Odin, all-knowing and all-seeing god-like being. I plan in the future, once your mechanics and physics skills are upgraded, you can design a 'warhorse-bot for my mech to ride into battle, or a mech with a warhorse for a lower-body. We can cross that bridge, when we get there, for now let's focus on the 'Young-Tiger-Exhibition." Uhtred told me, telling me a little back-story, on his new-horse, whilst reminding me, we must stay focused on the task at-hand.

"I just finished uploading my 'Caesar Augustus production-license on 'Iron-Spirit, I will have my first variant, of the 'CA-1 uploaded soon." I informed Uhtred, while thinking about, what it would take to create cavalry-based mechs.

"Once we both get first-place, at the Y-T-E on Bentheim, we can knock a chunk out of the debt, it will be excellent advertising for the business." My brother told me, while getting pretty excited with himself, at the thought of all the glory, we would receive.

Uhtred has always been all about glory, as far back as I can remember. Glory, Honor, Reputation, and other things alike, Uhtred has always been all about them, ever since we were only three-years old. He is the most spiteful person I know, he can hold a grudge, he can hold one for eternity.

"The comments about 'Uhtred of BebbanBurg, on my mech-marketplace page are going crazy. I was thinking we could make appearal, like hats and shirt, with 'Chasing-Clouds and 'Uhtred of BebbanBurg' on them, it might boost my sales, and it could get more viewers on your streaming at night." I told Uhtred, my idea to advertise our 'Iron-Spirit' UserIDs, on shirts and hats, or other clothing and gear.

"Sounds like a plan brother, I'm gonna grab my bow, then I'll be taking Sleipnir out for a little hunting. I will be back later, good luck on your mech-creating brother, I shall see you later." Uhtred told me, as he grabbed a metal-alloy long-bow, then he hopped on the warhorse, and took off while waving-bye.

/Three days later, after Ves upgraded his electrical-engineering and assembling skills, among the other designer-system skills he upgraded, in order to have the ability to re-work the internals, of the fifty-year or so old mech. After that, Ves found a suitable and affordable 'metal-alloy, he then purchased a production-license for it, that enabled him, to create my 'medieval-themed weaponry with the 'metal-alloy. The weaponry, will be for the 'variant 'Caesar Augustus, the 'LB-01, he hand-fabricated, instead of opting to let the 'Iron-Spirit' auto-fabricate it, ensuring the mech was perfect for Uhtred, to shine in the 'platinum-ranked league he has recently entered, on 'Iron-Spirit./

/Inside Uhtred's gaming-cabin, he just finished loading into the map, for a fifty-vs-fifty 'team-battle, in the 'platinum-ranked league. This is his first match, while piloting the 'LB-01, or the 'Lu-Bu./

/Location: City of Orinark/

/povMC/

"Is that douche using a fucking bow!?" I heard one of my teammates say, as we all loaded-into the match.

"Is that a fucking 'Caesar Augustus? Who the fuck would use one of those antiques?" One of them said, to which I ignore them and make my way into the city, that is currently ablaze and being used a mech-battlefield.

I can feel the power flowing through the 'LB-01's internals, as the energy-cells and fuel-supplies, are busy sending energy and force through the mech, to be completely controlled by me.

I control the mech, as if it were my human body, as I hit some parkour, maneuvering my mech gracefully and swiftly through the alleyway, and into a nearby city-park looking area. Where I planned to pick-off, any enemies, who decide to cut-through the park.

As I take-in my current-surroundings, I can hear noise of battle, coming from different directions inside the concrete-jungle, that is called a 'city. My 'LB-01, loads-into each match with thirty metal-alloy mech-sized arrows, loaded-into a 'mech-sized quiver, as ammunition, for the 'mech-sized, metal-alloy long-bow, the mech wields.

Mech-senses, as I will call them, are amazing, all the ECM and other mechanical-organs, power the mech with 'god-like senses. I can already pin-point the location, of a small group of enemy mechs, nearing the park, I decided to use as my killing-grounds, I know their location from my enhanced-mech sense of hearing.

Three enemies, two-lights and a medium-mech, moving in a fan formation, with the medium taking the point-position, and the two-light mechs taking up the wing-positions. As the medium-mech in the lead, entered into my killing-zone, the three enemy mech-pilots heard a couple 'swoosh' noises, they instinctively turned their heads at the same time, for the medium-mech to receive a mech-sized metal-arrow, to it's right-red 'assisted-aiming, modular-eye. Whilst the medium-mech lost it's aiming-assist and half of it's sight, the two light-mechs both received a metal-alloy arrow as well, from the three-arrows, I strung and fired from my mech's long-bow.

"Fuck! My radar and thermal-vision systems are fucked! Are these fucking arrows!?" I could hear them yelling out, different things at one another, whilst I was busy sprinting, to my next ambush area, that I can fire at a good angle from.

I fired another round, three-more arrows finding their targets, I had moved close enough to put my bow back on my back. Then I clenched the shaft of my 'Sky-Piercer-Halberd, mech-sized ofcourse, then I just hit the 'boosters, mounted on my mech's legs and lowered my 'mech's shoulder, to bash the medium-mech with my shoulder, leading into a full-weighted horizontal swipe of the mech's arms and halberd, whilst my mech was mid-spinning like a spinning-top, the 'weight and inertia of the 'LB-01's spinning-body and arms carrying the halberd, ensured the halberd sliced-clean through the leading enemy mech.

"What the fuck!" One of the last two enemies in my vicinity, that were still living, yelled out, as he watched me move to make my second kill. Finishing off his second teammate, moving like a 'ballerina-dancer, in a 'giant-metal armored-suit, swinging around a giant-metal polearm, like he is twirling a wooden-stick.

"And now it ends…" I told my last 'prey, as I stabbed my halberd, halberd-end face down into the ground, right through his fallen-mech's cock-pit. Then I proceeded to grab the 'metal-skulls, or my war-trophy's from my fallen enemies' mechs, to rip-off their heads from their mech's shoulders.

Then I proceeded to use their skulls, almost like they were 'Christmas-ornaments decorating the festive-holiday trees, that some families celebrate their favorite holiday with. Hanging the mech-skulls and mechanical-spines of the mechs, up and onto the branches of the trees surrounding my current 'killing-zone…