The distance between the mechs was getting closer, but the two pilots were comfortable flying at maximum speed and exchanging shots. The styles were as similar as the differences were significant.
Achilles dodged with astonishing ease, connecting subsequent shots from impossible angles and positions. It was a perfect dance of death executed in an aggressive and impassive manner. He liked to dominate the space, trying to force the enemy to adapt to his rhythm.
Aeneas maneuvered as if his own Mecha were not subject to the laws of physics; twists, turns and loops were so unpredictable that the game scenario posed by his opponent was cut off and had to be rebuilt every few seconds. On the other hand, the coordination of the shots was synchronized with each movement; if instead of this exceptional enemy he had faced any other, the combat would have already ended.
