But... gazing at his teammate's destroyed mecha, he quickly abandoned that thought. Although he acknowledged himself as no remarkable character and someone prone to give up, there was still a teammate's vendetta to avenge, giving up would be unconscionable. "Screw it, let's do this," he thought.
He took a deep breath and then, with a sudden explosive exclamation, thrust forth, swinging his weapon in a crescent, half-moon arc directly at the oncoming opponent.
Mary, who had also been through a series of tough exchanges, was in no comfortable position either. Her chest heaved unevenly, knowing that her opponent was intent on harm and not inclined to block directly at least she assumed a brief reprieve before responding wouldn't hurt, given she had not preserved any less energy than her opponent.
