"So predictable..." The enemy MS came through clearly on all local comm channels, evading the swing of the beam saber nigh effortlessly, it's sudden dash putting it behind the Wraith Dagger. It raised it's twin rifles, ready to make it's kill. The pilot, whoever he was was on a completely different level to any of the pilots here, and his machine was just the same. Calthorn didn't stand a chance from the moment they engaged...

"DODGE!" Kenny yelled. (LOL!) He couldn't do anything to stop the enemy now, unless he wanted to shoot through the Wraith. He just wasn't that relentless... Besides, Cronic would be sure to stab him to death with a fucking spoon if he made such a ridiculous call!

But who's to say backup couldn't change the odds of battle like hell against the overly-confident ET bastard? An unexpected Blast silhouette was ejected into the winged mobile suit's flank, causing it to recoil but remain in the firing path of the railgun. The pilot wasn't all that much of an ace after all, getting shocked like that - he didn't have Calthorn in his sights anymore after that little surprise. "DO IT!" Lucia gave Zerenis the go-ahead, the Impulse would just barely clear the shot, but it was a risk worth taking to bring that son of a bitch down...

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"Gonna live! Gonna live!" The Haro chanted away happily, as if Mark's help made a reading on Izumi's chances of survival. Every now and again it would give it's owner a slight shock to the heart, enough to keep Izumi going, but not enough to piss off Mark.