Higan reflexively lifted his arm to protect the vulnerable camera of his Mech, and the heavy metallic right arm moved in conjunction, taking the hit on a less essential but more heavily armoured region of its hull. The Chakram cut into the metal, but thrown by a relatively ordinary man it lacked the penetrating power necessary to destroy the war-orientated machine, even with its unusual qualities. It bounced off to its right leaving a small cut in the Mech’s forearm, and Higan’s eyes narrowed in irritation as the anti-tank round fired off, the recoil shaking him inside the Mech’s cockpit.

It seemed to have a good effect on target, throwing his foe and breaking apart whatever strange material covered him. However, Higan expected nothing else from his strongest and most finite attack. As he watched the HEAT round being ejected from the bottom of his tank-rifle he couldn’t help but mentally count down… four left.

“Alright, let’s see if we can finish you off early.” He said to himself, driving his Mech forward in pursuit. His computer system tracked Saana until he hid himself behind a short outcropping, causing Higan to curse loudly. He didn’t want to play a waiting game with his foe; he wanted to finish him while he was weak. Considering the size of the cover there was a good chance he could break it apart even with anti-personnel rounds, and was preparing to do just that when a bright light erupted up ahead.

“The hell?” Higan said, or something very similar comparatively in the language of Ramor. Rocketing up into the air was, according to his computer system, his flaming foe. Higan almost shook, looking at something so unnatural it was hard to think properly.

“I’ve got myself into something mighty strange here.” He said to no one in particular, as his Mech began calculating the speed and trajectory of his foe. In comparison to a missile it was fairly easy to track, and as it stopped high above him the Mech let out a warning of the rapid and dangerous descent.

“What sort of attack is this? Does this guy think I’m some sort of amateur?” Higan resisted craning his neck, knowing it would be pointless, and let his Mech do the hard maths necessary for what he had planned. Considering his just about acceptable knowledge of physics, Higan was fairly certain there wasn’t going to be any swift changing in direction from a dive like the one his foe was carrying out… so dropping straight down? Really?

Higan waited until the last possible moment, and with only about one and a half seconds to spare his Mech suddenly thrust itself forward and sideways with its right leg, twisting in mid-air even as it cleared about twenty feet instantly putting itself out of the range of his falling foe. There was no changing direction at that speed, so all Saanga had to look forward to was a cataclysmic collision with the floor.

The moment Higan’s Mech had span and come to a stop after turning 180 degrees and stepping backwards another twenty feet, he would train his secondary and tertiary weapons on the spot his computers calculated Saanga was just about to land. He wouldn’t have to wait long.