You think the Military High Command is full of fools who would get caught in your weak ass attack twice in a row?" The tinman sneered as his limbless mecha appeared a couple hundred meters away.
Two hundred meters in a mere blink of an eye. His movement speed and acceleration were both godly!
Voooom!
The sonic boom only appeared a split second later.
"Astral Imprisonment! Kneel down in abject worship of me now!" The tinman shouted as his mecha eyes glowed a fearsome yellow.
Shreeeeeekkkkkkkkkk!!!!
The panels on his body and on the limbs which I had cut off earlier suddenly detached themselves and shot out towards my big bro!
Prak! Prak! Prak!
Although the move had a very high sounding name called "Astral Imprisonment", it was actually merely the coordinated movement of high density armor panels that could serve as a prison of sorts. It had nothing to do with stars, nor the power it affords us.
Still, as crude as it was, it certainly looked solid and effective.
