Calthorn, however, appeared to have completely snapped by this point. A scream of anger, not agony, was what was yelled back in return. Legs or not, Wraith still had it's hands, and it's swords. The thrusters on Wraith roared into life as one primal instinct began to dominate Calthorn's mind; Kill. Whoever was telling him to fall would be able to feel that anger, that urge to kill, as he dodged the oncoming beams, rapidly closing the gap on the enemy unit, oblivious to Wraith's low power reserves.

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Zerenis could've sworn he'd faintly heard Izumi, but dismissed it for now, as he took aim with a fully charged rail bazooka shot, and fired at one of the carrier ships. 

"Maddox made a hell of a bad call, and he'll pay for it if we survive this!" Zerenis shouted out, readying the next shot.

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Mark, however was en route to the Saviour's last known location, keeping his eyes out for any sign of a wreckage that matched the Saviour's description.

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Much like Zerenis, Cronic could hear the sound of a girl sobbing within his mind, but couldn't recognise the voice.

"...Can you hear me?" Cronic thought, staring out over the bridge at the battleground beyond, trying to respond to Izumi.

"If you can, I need you to tell me where you are right now." Cronic thought, still trying to reach the voice's owner.