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War-Pulse had kept his pace slower than usual so Angel could keep up with him, if it were up to the mercenary he would just break through more walls until he smashed into the Armory.  With a tagalong with no personal powers, however, the pace had to be kept much slower so as not to lose sight of him.  To be honest, War-Pulse was more relieved than encumbered by the situation, considering the tension that could have arisen between himself and Angel.  There was the very real situation the mercenary had considered which involved knocking Angel out if he resisted, but that made the problem of trying to retrieve the armor and the pretty-boy while being shot at by STRIKE troopers.  This particular situation was the much easier result.

His train of thought was interrupted by the clicking of dozens of rifles, along with the mechanic whirring of machines coming online and arming themselves as both he and the man he knew as Equilibrium rounded a corner.  Of course, War-Pulse responded to this challenge with a sneer and a fighting stance, his fists clenched tightly as he readied himself to tear through these men.

His compatriot had other plans, however, as War-Pulse was about to advance he heard the young man’s words, causing him to raise a brow and look upon the assault team.  The two battle machines in the forefront suddenly whirled about, facing the soldiers who were now glaring at their own guns, confusion spreading among the group as the machines advanced.  Before anyone knew what was happening, the robots were upon their controllers, swinging and thrashing as they marched, sending a good chunk of the men flying through the air, toppling over one another as they piled along the floor.  The mercenary’s brow raised as Angel jumped onto the back of one of the two machines, beckoning for War-Pulse to pick up the pace.

[color=0054a6]“Warden, you seein’ this shit?”[/color]  War-Pulse murmured into his comms. [color=0054a6]“What’s going--”[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]“Telepathy.”[/color]  Warden jumped in. [color=9e0b0f]“Well...technopathy, from the looks of it.  Sherlock didn’t infiltrate my systems last time, the more I think about it... no, the outside force was that man’s mind!  No wonder his mech was so powerful.”[/color]

[color=0054a6]“Well, sounds like there is more to this guy than a fancy suit.”[/color]  War-Pulse murmured back, tagging along behind Angel.  He jumped by Angel, hopping off the robot’s head as he shouted back. [color=0054a6]“No kidding, pretty-boy.  The sooner we get out of here, the better.  Just make sure you can keep up with that thing!  Your safety is my paycheck, and I’d hate to have to do all the heavy lifting”[/color]

As he reached a high point in the hallway, his arms became wreathed in energy, released in an intense burst as he dropped from the sky.  The remaining STRIKE soldiers in their way were blasted aside from the strike, a wave of men flying backwards, scattering like a flock of birds as they collided with various walls and objects. 

With their path clear, War-Pulse nodded to Angel, motioning for him to follow. [color=0054a6]“This way!”[/color]  He stated, now moving at a much quicker pace, knowing that Angel will be able to follow while riding his new mechanical mount.  Of course, this did not mean that they would not be met with opposition.  The base was still scattered, but that did not mean it was unguarded.  Another platoon had appeared, this time armed with thiry rockets, twenty machine guns and four more robots.  The rockets rumbled as soon as the pair came into view, surging out from their launchers in unison, creating one vicious wave of explosive overkill.  Of course, the mercenary reacted quickly, bringing an arm up to erect a kinetic barrier, the explosives connecting with the pure wall of force with such impact that the area around it ruptured and buckled, the walls in front of Angel and Pulse cracking and cratering as their view was momentarily obscured by an inferno.  When the smoke cleared, Pulse was the first to act, quickly firing off a beam of energy that ripped straight through one of the robot's heads, the metal carcass twitching in shock as it stood motionless, its head now a mass of warped metal and sparking wires.  Following up, the silver-clad warrior threw himself forward, ducking under a wild swing from another robot and countering with a kinetic fist of his own, shredding the plating on another robot's abdomen with a wicked gut punch.  Grabbing the second robot by the leg, he turned on his heel, the automaton being taken off of its feet, its body bouncing off the steel flooring as it was spun by the powerful mercenary and tossed with another twist of War-Pulse's body.  Not only did the second robot connect with the standing carcass, both robots were sent flying backwards, colliding with half of the STRIKE platoon behind them.

[color=0054a6]“The Armory should be a level up, and a few more hallways down.  You wanna get in on this?”[/color]  War-Pulse asked, ripping the arm off of another tall mechanoid only to impale it in the chest with the appendage. [color=0054a6]"I'd hate to have all the fun to myself!" [/color]