The pointed sword gleamed with a devilish flourish under the harsh sunlight. The black frame's pilot was bold enough to taunt him, and her mech's pose was abhorrently arrogant among the craters and the ruin of Zone C.

[i]"You're next, Knight's Cross,"[/i] her voice was like frostbite to Harold's ears. [i]"Oh, I've been waiting to whack around a war hero. Even the thought makes me hot!"[/i]

"Fuck you!" Harold spat back over the radio. "I fought the Aliens and I survived. You can't do shit to me!"

Of course, he knew just how screwed he was. His autocannons were destroyed, Paladin had fallen in the most horrifying way at the hands of the women before him, and something happened at Zone G - he didn't know what, but it shook the Earth like nothing else. His map had less blue dots flashing, too. One by one, his comrades were being felled, but he wasn't aware of the exact hows and whys. Such was the chaos and sheer swiftness of the battle. He was surprised himself. So much had happened in so little time.

When he saw the Sköll jump up with the intent to skewer him, Harold did not run. He stood his ground, and even crouched the Rostosov down a bit, to underline his determination.

"You can't kill me," he growled. This was his third and last missile.

[b]MK. I CRUISE MISSILE - SELECTED MODE: SACLOS - [color=#FF0000]FIRING[/color][/b]

[b][i]"YOU CAN'T KILL ME!"[/i][/b]