The horst collapsed to the ground again with a horrible thud, virtual dust collapsing all around her. She had done her duty. She had done her work and now it was time to rest. No, that wasn't quite right. Metal fingers gripped around her Heavy Assault rifle and the framewerk pushed itself off the ground with shakey movement. There was still one more enemy to be taken care of and she could still fight.

Inside, alarms were going off and alerting Arrish to the multiple failures going on around the framewerk. In the feedback he felt it too. like something had cut off the blood flow from his legs. Arrish could push away the pain and ignore it with his indomintable will; The pain wasn't his anyways, but there was a lingering thought in his subconcious: If Horst was telling him of this pain, then was this something she was feeling too? If he could feel what she was going through, could she feel what he did? Could she see his thoughts.

Arrish clacked some switches on his console and began to draw out power away from the legs; Not even trying to test if he could move of them against the virtual earth. Instead what he did was open up a line in communications to offer Sparks a deal. 

[color red]"If you think you can, if you can beat me, Sparks, I'll personally serve everyone on team Mango a full steak dinner."[/color]

The Horst lifted herself up as far as she could go, and with her the Heavy Assault Rifle aimed where Guinevere was last spotted. One last fight. One last dance, and she didn't even have legs.