[i]"All units eliminated simulation terminating. Score N/A."[/i] commented the disembodied AI systems as the simulation terminated. Bill sent over a message that he was going to wait outside of his Exalted for anyone who wanted to discuss what had just happened further. Bill wasn't exactly happy with how he handle the situation. He wasn't some natural born leader, and he knew further that he had tendencies to double down on his own choices and fight opponents in singular combat scenarios. It was the way he was taught that made him this way. If anything he had to remember to actually call out the shots, or set someone to do that themselves. Bill sighed as he looked at the screen in front of him the damn thing was still way beyond his pay grade. He'd never amount to being worthy of something like this. More over it wasn't even something for him such as it was a machine made for someone else exclusively. It's like training to get use to a sword with an awkward grip. It'd take longer to get use too but eventually you would. Or at least that was what he thought it was like. Bill opened up his gear's hatch and exited faintly aware of some sweat dripping from his brow. He needed to be less intense when he did these things. He wiped himself off with a towel he kept in his cockpit and then proceeded to go back down outside of the machine to wait for everyone to come back...or whoever choose to come back.