The hundred mechas assigned to deal with me were all experts.
And smart.
They had refrained from killing Tes, Olivia and the little boy, forcing me to carry them with me everywhere and impeding my movements.
With them in tow, my effectiveness was halved, and I was barely able to defend myself, much less deal damage to the enemy!
They all danced around me like so many irritating but highly trained flies, peppering me with waves of rifle fire while keeping completely out of my reach with their superior speed and mobility.
I charged at the hundred light mechas around me like a fat little lion cub chasing after butterflies. Although I managed to take out a few in the next few minutes, I was, in effect, rendered completely useless to impact the rest of the battle.
My great strength had been effectively taken out of the picture at the very reasonable cost of merely a hundred mechas.
The ambush was perfectly executed!
