Before the battle even officially begun, two mechs were already destroying one another right out of the fight; and, much to Ant's glee, they just happened to be Anubis and Atty. Ant whooped loudly in his cockpit, having enjoyed watching the spectacle from a longer distance, in his own submerged corner of boulders and a stagnant basin. [i]Hah! Looks like they couldn't wait to destroy each other. All the better for me[/i], Ant thought. And yet, he couldn't help but admire what he saw. The pilots were beginning to prove more formidable than Ant first anticipated, with Serah, Sigma, and Elora's coordination, alongside Ian's sheer willpower.

In fact, the feeling was growing even moreso for those remaining. His only worries that remained were the larger, slower mechs; however, Ant was beginning to realize that they did come with their own, in not bigger, challenges. While slower in movement and action, they certainly hit harder than their faster counterparts (as the opposite effects in both cases applied with Perry, as well). Many of these mechs could crush him with as much as two blows if he didn't see it coming, a few of them in even one if they hit him just right. But Ant was confident (perhaps overly so) that his unmatched speed would be enough to dodge most attacks.

He would certainly have a handful if he attempted dealing with Elora and Sigma on his own, as they made quick work of Ian in a flashy blaze; they were clearly working together. Sigma might have been more robot than human in Ant's mind, but it was very clear that she was not a mind to trifle with, having made an early (and evidently effective) alliance with one of the most useful pilots for her needs.

His true worries lied in the three mechs Ant couldn't account for having seen yet on the battlefield; Zan's, Korie's, and... the girl dressed like an idol. She was so reclusive that she didn't even share her name. He knew it was wise for them to wait it out; but he also knew it was cowardly. After a moment of indecisiveness, Ant resolved to make his move. He no longer cared about the strategic benefits of waiting it out; he was beginning to grow restless and, motivated by his peers, wanted to show the rest of them just what damage he could do. [i]If they aren't going to come to me, I'll just have to reel them in myself[/i], Ant concluded. But he knew he needed an in. He would be out of the fight in a moment without a distraction...

...and just like that, it seemed two of them slipped out of hiding to tackle the imposing sniper-spotter duo. One mech made what looked to Ant like a massive energy blast right towards the spotter, which managed to fend to itself quite surprisingly and, to Ant's even greater astonishment, actually [i]charged[/i] the source of the imposing blast. A wide smile grew on Ant's face. [i]I may have been wrong about you, little mouse[/i], Ant thought. Then Ant caught a glimpse of the large, tank-like abomination, charging straight for the sniper.

Ant's smile grew even wider; they were all convening in a large mass [i]for[/i] him; he didn't even have to do any work. [i]Well then, there isn't a better moment than the present[/i], Ant yelled with a great laugh; all the while, Perry was positioning itself in its Sprinter stance, its thrusters revving even louder than before. His laughing grew louder, but it was a pleasant, happy laughter; he was actually having [i]fun[/i], for once. Regaining his composure, his smile turned into a cheek to cheek grin: he rowed forward with his arms, pushing forward with all his might.

And with that, Perry dashed forward with transendent speed, leaving a massive gust of dirt in his wake, heading straight into the current thick of battle. He was quite pleased to see them all pre-occupied with one another. Without much of a warning on Ant's end, Ant appeared swiftly in suitable range. At a safe distance, he shifted his sprint to face them parallel opposed to straight ahead. Perry gave them a mock salute while still running. [b]"Hey guys!"[/b] Ant exclaimed sarcastically over his intercomm; he proceeded to pull out his pistols, aiming in all four's general vicinity. They were inaccurate, of course; but without doubt, the results would be hellfire.

Perry began its barrage.