"Zuoshou, maneuver in the three o'clock direction, this is an order."
Ji Xinghe swiftly articulated his directive and then started running, not running away without looking back but launching an unprecedented run towards the Empire Mechas, their number now up to ten.
His son did not choose to run when it's apparent they should flee.
He chose not to run when it seems logical to flee.
But the difference lied in this: Ji Chenxing chose to fight to the death rather than flee, while Ji Xinghe simply chose to run.
He did not flee, he ran, knowing that as long as he could run, there was a chance.
Ji Xinghe, who had made running a habit for fifty-five years, only stopped for a week when he received the news of his son's sacrifice. Fifty-five years of running didn't weaken his legs but made them stronger, and so was the Mecha he was controlling.
He was good at running, he was strong, both his son and he knew this.
"Ji, you son of a..."
"Zuo Qiyu, follow orders."
