[@Krayzikk][@Shiyonichi][@Plank Sinatra][@GarlandDaHero]

[b]Connacht Airspace, Earth[/b]

For the slightest of seconds, the three Landlions appeared to be fleeing even faster, away from the rain of Split Missiles, before the central one reversed direction, speeding straight towards [b]Hazel's[/b] Gespenst in response to her attack. Its comrades were accelerating away, but this one had chosen to stay and fight, wheels screeching as it tried to avoid the Ripper's attempts at following, volley after volley after volley of Homing Missile in order to create a curtain between him and Hazel. His gatling guns were rapid-fire, each spurt of bullets fired off at the Gespenst without discrimination. His goal was to distract Hazel, to hold her back, and he had resigned himself to that fate.

[b]Anju's[/b] ex-enemy exploded.

And the Guarlion Custom, held precariously like a pinned wrestler between [b]Adam[/b]'s powerful legs, was still functioning despite the loss of its legs and Tesla Drives, the thrusters on its back pooling to life in an attempt to escape. Its arms were mostly non-functional, but it was still shaking, attempting to pull out of the intimate embrace of the mass-produced raven.