[center][h1][color=f49ac2][i][b]ＨＩＫＩＫＯＭＯＲＩ　ＤＥＦＥＮＳＥ　ＦＯＲＣＥ[/b][/i][/color][/h1]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbovwHryovE][sub](onee-san's counterattack, part 1)[/sub][/url][/center]

[color=f49ac2]"Oh, take me [i]now.[/i]"[/color]

Variations on those words were probably echoing through the minds of many of the pilots squaring off against the Lions (now almost entirely dwindled in number) and their variants (which only expanded), but none of them had the husky, demented awe that Corinne Shourichi felt as she watched the new, decidedly unfriendly IFFs appear. It wasn't the plea of someone wishing for the battle to end at any cost; it was provocative, demanding, a sexually aggressive woman clamoring for a worthy climax to an impromptu clash.

Like Anju! She sounded like Anju. If Anju were still alive, she was probably melting in her cockpit right now. 

And if not, she had [i]definitely[/i] melted in her cockpit, so really Corinne was right either way.

She had been about ready to help polish off a few Landlions for Hazel's sake. The cute mute was highly capable for someone with her unique developmental challenges, for a certainty. But her soft, small, dexterous hands were meant for things like building plamo, child labour, and other activities that could involve similarly tight crevices. They weren't meant for juggling four Armored Modules. Before any assistance could be provided to her subordinate, however, the Barrelions and the Guarlion Custom had appeared - and between them, Corinne would meet the climax she so desperately sought. 

[color=f49ac2][h3][i][i][b]"Shourichi Special!"[/b][/i][/i][/h3][/color]

A comet, adorned in red and gold, alien to the cold crystal skies of Éire, lanced above the new arrivals.

That comet had a speed advantage on the Barrelions for a certainty. That would give her a crucial opening advantage, and a chance to even the odds in her unit's favor. Once she had closed into a range she knew the heavy units would be uncomfortable with, the R-Blade's G-Railgun discharged into one from above, towards where experience taught her the protections near the Barrelion's own railgun. Shourichi executed an attack upon the same weak spot on the other Barrelion, counting on the bulkiness of the suits to dull their reaction times and ability to react. She was reminded of swine, which had been cursed by evolution with a barrel-shaped body with an immobile neck, unable to gaze upon the clear skies they now fought in. If any pigs were on the ground, they would be happily oblivious of the pitched salvos being fired above them. Corinne was counting on fate extending these pigs that same mercy.

Then she would get to enjoy her Guarlion.