Adam weaved through the shots as he heard another of Corrine’s plans.

[color=ed1c24]”Corrine... slight problem, the Huckie just lost an arm and it’s the arm with the chakram and wire. How the heck-[/color]

And the two rang out taking the Custom into a free dive... Causing the pilot face palm. ‘God damn it Corrine...’ Adam cursed internally currently thinking though his current situation. Stop a muti ton war machine from free fall with a machine under equipped for that task and with one arm that would likely snap if he tried to grab it would snap right off. Well he could just destroy it, but Corrine was unfortunately his superior officer. Besides more information they had less chance of dying they had. 

The Redhead Pilot ignored the urge to strangle Corrine and focused on the unreasonable task at hand. The shots to the shoulder likely disabled the arms so the assault blade basically became useless, so that was a plus, but that wouldn’t help with dealing with the inertia of the flying metal meteor. That’s why fist he need to lower the mass a bit. 

Adam clenched his teeth as the Huckbein accelerated. Streams of light flew from it’s thrusters as the G forces glued the ace pilot to the back of the seat as he caught up to the falling mecha. The Plasma saber became a streak of lightning as it sliced off the Unit’s legs. There, the task became difficult from near impossible, so that was a nice bonus. 

Now to solve the problem of likely getting the other arm ripped off from the strain of a trying to stop significant lighter, but still muti ton machine’s free fall.  He needed a stronger limb so that he could use his thrusters to at least slow it down for Anju. The Ace suddenly had an idea, an idea so stupid it might just work. The PT turned to be perpendicular to the custom before clamping down both legs around the custom like a giant claw, before grabbing onto a part of it’s armor and then boosted upward slowing down the unit’s descent.

[color=ed1c24]”Anju appreciate some help!”[/color]