"Not even knowing the trend, huh? Is this all there is to someone who's out of touch with the times?"
Nidhogg's mockery trembled in the fierce gales.
"Fine, all those despicable maggots trying to infest the esteemed one's ideals—it's up to me to clean them out!"
From the giant MA's four shoulder-mounted barrels burst forth sprays of diffused light beams, and the space before its colossal frame was instantly inundated with torrents of high-temperature particles, obliterating and vaporizing the surrounding rock clusters in a flash.
"…Are you an idiot?"
The white mech weaved through the tempest, catching a glimpse of the alien form rivaling a small battleship. Fafnir returned the sentiment coldly:
"Taking someone else's ideals as your own, thinking others find honor in giving their lives for you, you Black Dragon Clan brat, you're really as dumb as they come."
"Say whatever you want."
