Chapter 70: Clash Of Steel
Sól could feel her spine throbbing inside the mech’s nerve-linked pilot chair. The feedback was intense. Every vibration, every tremor echoed through her bones as if she were inside the metal shell, not just controlling it. Her vision flickered with the red hue of warning alerts as her shoulder launchers unleashed a ferocious storm of guided missiles.
Across the scorched arena, the enemy knight mech raised its shield in desperation, metal arms shaking under the incoming assault.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Explosions rang out in a violent cascade, filling the air with fire, smoke, and blinding light. The force of the attack shattered the enemy’s shield into molten debris, hurling the mech back like a puppet cut from its strings. It crashed into the far wall, sparks flying from its joints.
"Damnit!" the enemy pilot’s voice blared through open comms. "Do you have any idea how much this’ll cost to fix?! I’m going to make you pay for that, you psycho!"
Sól’s lips curved into a faint smile. "You came for blood. Don’t complain when you bleed."
She reached for another volley—only to hear her AI’s cold voice cut through the chaos:
"Missile launchers overheating. Energy core output at 64%."
Crimson alerts blinked across her console. She hissed between her teeth. Too much heat. Her control systems allowed limited overrides—Percival was a brute-force frame, not built for finesse or fancy gymnastics. But it could take a beating. It could deliver death.
She assessed her enemy. His mech, a regal knight-type with gold-trimmed plating and archaic flair, looked like something out of a myth. But the scorch marks, buckled plating, and twitching servo joints told a different story. His sword—a massive slab of tempered alloy—remained intact. One clean hit could carve her down the middle.
She needed to end this. And fast.