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[color=6ecff6]"Well, Bekah,"[/color] came the flippant reply, devoid of ceremony, [color=6ecff6]"normally I charge to let a girl be so thoroughly...[i]dominant.[/i] But I think I like you. So get ready to have the backup of your godda--"[/color]

He felt the Gouf approaching before he saw it.

The Juggler Custom spun to face down the blue mobile suit, charging towards Dallas' mobile suit with heat rod raised. He supposed it ought to have been worrying. But then, dicks intent on ramming into our hapless French hero were nothing new, were they? And Dallas Grenier, for once, had failed to eschew his protection.

In the back of the head, he heard the dull buzzing of some Zeon jockey's plea for peace. It was a little sweet, hit all the right emotional beats and all, and she clearly had some awareness, both of his Newtype status and her own. But he wasn't about to lay down the rifle and let himself get carved up by Spacenoid heat weaponry. If a rentboy ever ended up carved up, it was usually in some rich millionaire's icy bathtub, with his kidneys and half his liver missing. It wasn't going to be in space, far away from everyone he'd ever known or loved.

[color=6ecff6][i]Never going to happen, dear.[/i][/color]

Hoisting the beam rifle that the Metal Spider had lent it, La Hire fired off three shots in succession, once at the shoulder of the arm wielding the heat rod, and two directly aimed for the cockpit. At the least, he expected to take off the Gouf's arm, if not leave the pilot atomized inside her cockpit. He didn't really care much for her life one way or the other.

Dallas just wanted this fight wrapped up. [i]And[/i] he wanted some face time with that Spider pilot.