As the weapon began to glow and hum its steady, soothing voice, Yeshua forget he was still being chased. He hoped that no one had been smart enough to team up on him, leaving it an unfair fight for him; especially in close quarters. On his motion tracker, inside the rocking cockpit of the Anzu, Yeshua squinted and made out three targets on the radar coming into his range. They weren't fighting, or at least it didn't appear to be so to the young boy. He was being triple-teamed. 

After cursing in Hebrew for the second time during this training exercise, he carefully checked his escape routes. The rocky terrain gave in to a slightly steep drop directly in front of him but behind him was where the situation was taking place. Not too far away, behind his shoulder and standing tall like a vanguard in the barren landscape, was the main Tower. Peaking his head out to spy a quick peak, Yeshua spotted the heavily damaged Archer and a barrage of missiles heading his way. Pulling into more fortified cover, the missiles exploded nearby. They crackled and sizzled into fragmented shrapnel, eager to tear away his bones. Missile after missile exploded. Sending him into further cover, the Anzu was still looking rather undamaged. 

Yeshua quickly thought about his odds with any precious time he had left before chaotic battle began. The Rose would surely outmatch him in close quarters combat and the Setsuka was far more durable than he was, even if his medium-armour plates covered most of his body armour. The Archer would constantly take note of his location, meaning a run away strategy was doomed to fail. If he was to run away, he would have to while giving himself a perfect moment to spring away from this death trap. 

The broken canisters mounted on his wrists continued to offer some sort of advice, in the fashion of careful, small flames occasionally spluttering out. While he was almost out of fuel, all of the liquid that managed to stick to his arms would still be useful. The lighting mechanism was still active as it was encased in his thick forearm plating. If he was to fail, Yeshua plotted, he would look pretty cool doing it. 

As fast as he could will the machine with his 81% synchronisation rate, the Anzu quickly fired a massive, high-energy slug into the base of the massive pillar he was hiding behind. Kicking it defiantly, the rock tumbled and collapsed, as did the pillars next to it. They formed an admirable wall between him and his two confronting attackers. Sliding the next slug inside its home, he leaped off the ground with the energy of the most powerful engine the world could create. His feet landed on top of one of the sideways pillars. The two flamethrowers, mostly destroyed, suddenly ignited and spewed all that was left in their open canisters in a bright flurry of flame. Stone and pebbles were kicked up into the air with the sudden release of gas, creating a somewhat thick cloud of debris. Loaded with his weapon, the Anzu's targeting systems used their IR tracking to find the Archer, on top of the tower. As the flames crackled on the ground, any heat detection would be almost useless. In those brief few seconds he had bought, the massive slug sped from its chamber and into the sky, aimed directly for the central engine of the Archer. The shot was slightly from the side, bypassing those plates from the front. 


Yeshua swiveled the machine around and was about to run towards the next row of pillars behind him.

[color=92278f]"Sheyihiye lecha yom na'im."[/color] he mused, a solemn but secretly smug expression on his face.