"Alright, let's kick this sand castle!" he called out over the comms.

Albert couldn't suppress the excitement in his tone, much as he tried. Daedalus felt lighter in battle, faster, as if their spirits were united in eagerness to hurt the Alliance.

They weren't delicate in their movement; it's not like they were burning everything indiscriminately, and this wasn't exactly a stealth mission. The trees will grow back.

He heard what almost sounded like rain drops on sheet metal, and shook his head as he chuckled to himself. "They always try the guns." A guard vehicle quickly came into view, visuals highlighting it in red, to distinguish it as a hostile. A glance toward the communications array. "heh, Momma don't like no tattle tales-" Daedalus plucked up the vehicle, raised the claw arm, and pitched the enemy vehicle at the main dish.