The Bezorel activates its thruster skates and charges, autocannons blazing, skidding past the Sea Spike while activating its flamethrowers. It needs to get as close as possible because with the [i]Sea Spike[/i] flailing rapidly there is the constant danger of the Mind-Impulse cable plugging Solarel in to her distant cockpit going taught and snapping. And then it really will be one against a mountain.

But through the storm of gunfire and literal fire, Nierka gets a text message, flashing on the broken holodisplay of her cockpit.

SoL: So you ever think that we're not using Mind-Impulse technology correctly? In this essay I will 1/52

Clinging to the exterior of the [i]Sea Spike[/i], Solarel flexes her fingers. Nanotechnology swirls and the Geist responds, distilling the air and burning matter into the shape of a pickaxe of shining silver. She swings it down, digging into the hull of the mecha she clings to, letting her pull herself up like a mountain climber. As she pulls, another pick - this time of gold - forms in her fingers.

SoL: I mean, is the height of our ambition really to be ourselves but big and metal? Is the outcome of merging with a god really just shaving a couple of milliseconds off our combat reaction time? 4/52
#$#: Is this prerecorded?
!!@: Why would you think that?
#$#: Isn't she doing a lot right now? Piloting a mech, climbing a mech, targeting a laser array, giving a monologue about transzaldar ideology?
!!@: Why would that be difficult?
#$#: Don't descendants have difficulties with multitasking?
!!@: Why would they have difficulties with multitasking?

Solarel swings herself around to the back of the mecha this time. Hand over hand, gold and silver, she surges with all the power that fire can give her up towards the centre of the [i]Sea Spike[/i]'s back. She's aiming to be out of range of swatting hands, and ideally force the [i]Spike[/i] to face its front towards the Bezorel. While a Zaldarian could pull the Motive Force out of a direct laser strike, it was an important distinction that [i]did not make them immune to laser strikes[/i]. It hurt like hell and converting that much power into energy risked blowing a capacitor. 

SoL: I once fought a genius. Greatest warrior of her species. She didn't even use a MIU. Regarded it as a [i]limitation[/i]. 45/52
#$#: Clearly we should test the hypothesis.
!!@: Understood. Descendant! Do a trick!

Solarel paused mid climb, raising a hand and frantically snapping her fingers until a deck of cards materialized in them. Immediately the wind and a sudden jolting turn sent them scattering, burning, down below her and she frantically gripped back onto her climbing picks. Wrenching the golden pick up into the air, it catches the sun and so converts into a blade of concentrated golden plasma fire. Solarel begins to press it into the [i]Sea Spike's[/i] back where it hisses and burns and sends relatively thin rear armour melting away.

SoL: And I think this is what she meant. Are you going to bring shame and defeat to a God just because you can't imagine bending your arms backwards? /thread
!!@: Okay I have selected my card
SYSTEM: No pattern identified.
!!@: Oooh, even SYSTEM doesn't know this one!

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