"Squad leader, I order you to cover Grand Elder's quick retreat."
"I am the Grand Elder, boys, I order all of you to withdraw."
"Bullshit, my team listens to me." The soldier roared, his eyes reddened, determined to ensure the Grand Elder's safety at all costs.
Under the siege of hundreds of imperial mechas, the energy of the Flame Legion mecha's Light Shield was visibly draining fast...
To defend passively was to commit slow suicide, they decided that if they were to die, better to go down in a blaze of glory on the battlefield. Thinking too much was pointless in a life-or-death struggle. The previously shouting soldier, piloting his magical beast, threw caution to the wind and, without aiming, blasted his Energy Cannon at the enemy cluster, "Go to hell, you motherfucking bastards, ah ah ah ah ah..."
In the rain of bullets, the brave soldier completely abandoned his Light Shield, demonstrating a readiness to die: "Long live the freedom fighters, long live the Flame Legion!"
