VOOM!
Bullseye!
"…!" The enemy mech pilot felt like he was dreaming.
One moment, he was stabbing his dagger at the vulnerable rear end of the Rifleman Mech, thinking of the lethal damage he would deal with that single stab and then the next moment, magic seemed to happen.
How on earth was Andrew able to establish a neural connection with his mech so fast?
How on earth was Andrew able to give a command and move the Rifleman Mech so fast like it was a literal extension of his body?
And then, how on earth was he able to aim without looking?
How in seven hells was that shot so accurate?
This mech pilot had numerous thoughts and questions going through his head at this moment even as his mech lost balance, tipping over.
He struggled, staggering to regain his balance on one leg.
Even as he did this though, inside his mech, he froze.
He froze because he just felt his life flash before him.
