"Hahaha, this battle armor you've got is quite impressive, dude!" Omega Raider laughed as he easily dodged the flurry of attacks from his opponent.
"Fucking stay in one place and let me hit you, goddammit!" The operator within the battle armor roared with frustration, feeling like he was trying to chase a mosquito on steroids.
Omega Raider obviously saw this anger but found it even more funny. Since the boss stated that they were limited to Control at Tier 2, he was only using this much power, yet this guy in a veritable high-tech suit of armor still couldn't land a blow.
He also understood that Draco was doing this out of boredom, aiming to use them as whetstones for those who made these battle armors to get better data to calibrate their suits and make them more powerful. All of this was for one obvious purpose, and that was to create stronger enemies for himself and for them later on because these ones could be squashed with their pinky fingers.
