Jonathan's frenzied stomping slowly abated, until he was doing it in lieu of anything to do as he thought out his next move. After setting the Reichsritter's foot down for a final time outside of the now useless pile of machinery, the pilot began to run a systems check, scanning his immediate area for any suspicious blips on his radar. Nothing. Jonathan smiled. That meant he could get back to Haven with out some random asshole coming out of the metal to slice him. He sat back in the chair, carefully angling the main camera down to shoot a picture of the mulched mech and the exceptionally flat cockpit. Confirmation of kill. Making a mental note to send in the completed hit, the metallic behemoth turned, stalking into the ruined mountains and the dunes that lead to Haven. As soon as it reached the first dune, it began to set off in a loping stride through the desert landscape, with Jonathan making sure to keep a watchful eye out for additional attackers.