"Output set. Weapon two, Ripple Laser.", Iggy mumbled, configuring the megasonics to a wide, cone-shaped projectile. There was little point in setting his OPTION drones at the moment, seeing as he had other combatants happy to finish his work for him. Oddly, in spite of the name, the weapons worked just fine in space. Iggy had never really understood why that was, but he wasn't complaining, either.

Blazing through inky blackness of space and weaving through projectile fire, he took potshots as he passed through clouds of combatants, getting an arm here or a leg there, but only downing a couple of mechs, at best. True, he wasn't exactly racking up points, but in a survival match one had to keep their priorities straight- a large quantity of crippled machines would be far simpler to deal with than a small number of fully-functioning ones. After a couple of passes, he checked his rear camera to find a Crossbone-based suit was following him, the namesake thruster straining at full power to keep up with him. Sighing, Iggy looped his far more agile jet behind the earnest tailgater, who began desperately attempting to halt his momentum- a task made far harder when Iggy blasted apart his rocket column and left him drifting through the battlefield. After all, the unit was no longer a threat; there was no need for Iggy to add insult to injury.

Taking a tour through the debris field, he fired blindly as he maneuvered through it. In doing so he inflicted minor damage on a number of machines, but more importantly he broke up the junk they were using as cover and made it that much harder to actually avoid shots. On his way through, he passed by Chisame- though he didn't know it at the time, of course- clipping the top half of her tactical arms with the megasonic cannon. Then, as fast as he had appeared, Iggy vanished into the battlefield.