The cables holding Blitz Juggernaut detached and the relatively small Vanguard hit the ground two kilometres from where the Kaiju was rampaging. Thank goodness for getting out here early! The carry choppers turned around, heading back to Irondome. Now it was just the ragin' Australian, staring down the barrel of a giant monster going to town on Newark.

Dazza used this time to scan the scene. Wilmington was getting wrecked. Local boys were having a tough time of it, which was to be expected. Americans had a tough time with anything. But the Kaiju itself was tiny. Two thirds of its body was just a single giant claw. Even the often-drunk Australian knew that it was shockingly bad biology for anything resembling combat. With a claw that long, there's a massive blind spot right in front of its face. Absa-bloody-lutely perfect, Dazza thought!

He primed the rocket boosters on the mech and readied the skates. This would be pitifully easy. But before he engaged, he decided it would be a smart idea to comm back to base.

"Base, Blitz Juggernaut," Dazza said said. "We got one tiny, off balance little bugger that a non-retarded National Guard can handle in their sleep. Recommend y'get the rest of the boys t'stand down. This'll be a waste of time for 'em. I'm engaging."

And with that, the rocket boosters fired, the skates engaged, and Blitz Juggernaut went from a standing stop to bolting full tilt at the crablike Kaiju.

"WE'RE GETTIN' CRAB F'DINNA, MATES!"