"Shit," Akira muttered, ducking low as he charged forward. [I]'Transfer vision to auxillery cameras,'[/I] he mentally commanded his machine. As his vision cleared, he grinned. "Sorry, but I don't want to get shot. No hard feelings!" He shouted, slashing upwards to cleave the rookie's mech's arm off. Using the momentum of the swing, he spun in mid-air to punt the mech in the head. As he landed, he whipped out a beam saber to cleave apart the rest of his weapons. "Look, you seem like a nice guy. So, please... Just pull back, alright?" And with that, he boosted off to go help the others.
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"Tch," Amane grit her teeth, crossing her arms to protect her cockpit from most of the bullets as she dashed back a bit. "Oi, Hana, can you shoot him out of the sky?"
"Little busy here," the other girl replied, casually evading one of the mass-produced machines' attacks, before leapfrogging over it to make the white machine wind up shooting down one of his allies.
"Fine," the hot-head grumbled. "I'll take him on then." The segmented wings on her machine's back unfolded, as thrust erupted from it. Taking off, she brought out her pistols and shot at the white machine, dashing around so that he doesn't get an easy target.