“Begin!”
Both suits ground and clanged with the sounds of metal on metal as Wu Junyi’s voice rang out.
Su He’s rifle was in his hands and firing before the director even finished. The air sizzled as the angry flash rapidly closed the distance between Su He and Lei Feng. And yet, if he was aiming for the suit, he missed his mark.
The more astute in the audience, however, knew his plan. He had aimed for where Lei Feng would be, instead of for the suit itself. This would force the encroaching saber mech to stop, pinning it in place, at least for a time.
But Lei Feng was not foiled. He recognized the point of Su He’s early engagement, too. In response his metallic leg shot up, and the momentum had him reeling to the side.
It was well executed. Not only was the laser strike avoided, but the juke had him charging directly towards where the rifleman was sidestepping.
After the gun had fired, Su He coaxed his suit diagonally backwards. The saber mech was close behind.
