Broken hunger
Attack, parry, avoid, and counter... The combat is just a ritualized dance, like any other.
Your rival is vicious and agile, but his suit is clearly not designed for close contact fighting.
You don't know how it happened, Both of you were fighting in the station corridor, like on those holo films you used to see as a kid, when one of the security exits, which was previously damaged by the battle, gets destroyed by one of your vibroblade thrusts, launching both of you to space near the station
Thankfully, mecha suits are built for space combat, so you just need a moment to adapt yourself to the lack of gravity and up and down.
The Station looks like a clunky block toy from the open space. So easy to destroy in a tantrum.
The thrilling excitement of just using the mecha glider alongside propulsion system is a pleasure for you.
Meanwhile, the Octopus is trying desperately to build a distance from you. You evade his sloppy attacks while opening a clear path to rush towards him and tackle.
It will be a wild ride, your suit has been in better shape and you have been fighting the entire day. But it will have to do. The Throttle switch feels heavy in your hand. If this goes wrong you could end up expelled from the Space station's
Gravity traction beam towards the deep space without a way back.
The momentum makes you feel the rush of the g forces over each centimetre body, despite the heavy protection that your mecha suit provides to you; it still makes you sweat profusely as if your cockpit now is inside the sauna.
Thankfully, the battle ends now. One way or another.
Metal against metal. The inertial shields of his mecha are able to counter some of the attacks, but it wasn't sufficient. After sticking one of your tactical bombs to the enemy's suit, you press the tactical mini-nuke menu with pleasure. Cracks forms in the enemy hulk, disrupting his nanowire tech.
The world around you becomes confused. As you are expelled in the other direction. The beeping of your suit alarm makes you understand. That's it.
At least that bastard has been torn into pieces in a small muted explosion. In space, nobody can hear you. Your mind races still unfocused, as the lack of air, makes you lost consciousness, making impossible for you hearing the robotic security of the station coming to your rescue.
Your rival is vicious and agile, but his suit is clearly not designed for close contact fighting.
You don't know how it happened, Both of you were fighting in the station corridor, like on those holo films you used to see as a kid, when one of the security exits, which was previously damaged by the battle, gets destroyed by one of your vibroblade thrusts, launching both of you to space near the station
Thankfully, mecha suits are built for space combat, so you just need a moment to adapt yourself to the lack of gravity and up and down.
The Station looks like a clunky block toy from the open space. So easy to destroy in a tantrum.
The thrilling excitement of just using the mecha glider alongside propulsion system is a pleasure for you.
Meanwhile, the Octopus is trying desperately to build a distance from you. You evade his sloppy attacks while opening a clear path to rush towards him and tackle.
It will be a wild ride, your suit has been in better shape and you have been fighting the entire day. But it will have to do. The Throttle switch feels heavy in your hand. If this goes wrong you could end up expelled from the Space station's
Gravity traction beam towards the deep space without a way back.
The momentum makes you feel the rush of the g forces over each centimetre body, despite the heavy protection that your mecha suit provides to you; it still makes you sweat profusely as if your cockpit now is inside the sauna.
Thankfully, the battle ends now. One way or another.
Metal against metal. The inertial shields of his mecha are able to counter some of the attacks, but it wasn't sufficient. After sticking one of your tactical bombs to the enemy's suit, you press the tactical mini-nuke menu with pleasure. Cracks forms in the enemy hulk, disrupting his nanowire tech.
The world around you becomes confused. As you are expelled in the other direction. The beeping of your suit alarm makes you understand. That's it.
At least that bastard has been torn into pieces in a small muted explosion. In space, nobody can hear you. Your mind races still unfocused, as the lack of air, makes you lost consciousness, making impossible for you hearing the robotic security of the station coming to your rescue.