“A frontal charge? Well, shit.” 

Higan considered his options with the lightning fast consideration of an experienced soldier. His target now had some sort of shield to protect himself with and was coming in fast, obviously aiming to close the gap for some sort of melee engagement. Higan’s Mech wasn’t exactly equipped with some big sword or some other ridiculous close range weapon, so he didn’t particularly want to face his opponent at close range.

However, what the Mech had was superb mechanical strength. 

His foe had some impressive skills, but Higan had no reason to suspect he could physically overcome the Mech, with modern engineering and metallic bulk on its side. Instead of pulling back then, like he would have if he was facing a larger Mech variant back home, he simply met the charge head on. The shield bash was an attack which worked well in the far gone past because it gave the advantage to the one of greater size and momentum, but neither of those advantages were to be had in this engagement, the Mech ruled in this regard.

The Mech charged, and as they met and clashed the shield battered against its right arm as Higan manoeuvred it into a wide sweeping backhand, slamming into the large object with impressive strength, the hand twisted as it passed the shield and the fingers of the right hand dug in, aiming to wrench the shield from Saanga’s hand, or throw him with it if he tried to match the strength of the Mech and hold on.