Oh how that mech pilot was lucky. So, so lucky. If fate hadn't stepped in with its giant robot, Alexi would have made good on her promise the moment that pilot seemingly stuck his barrel in her face. I mean, a cloaked sniper type mech with radar jamming? That hit every pet peeve Alexi had, and then some. On top of that, this pilot had the audacity to try to take a cut from that Outcast job??
"BUT THEN THIS FUCKER JUST HAD TO MAKE IS GRAND FUCKING APPEARANCE!" Alexi thought aloud as her mech was throne back by the emergence of this so called "Sentinel".
Somehow, whether it be pure strength of character or the already pretty intimidating look of The Butcher, MASSIVE amounts of menace emanated from this assault mech. This Sentinel, who now stood in front of her mech between herself and the other had put the cherry on top for this whole experience. Alexi sighed and with an annoyed look on her face, muttered one phrase.
The Butcher suddenly blasted forward, sliding across the ground in a low crouch, sword ready. As she rocketed toward the Sentinal in a erratic motion, attempting to avoid the incoming fire. The wrist mounted Auto Shotgun barked loudly as slugs were fired at the Sentinel as Alexi closed the distance. A brief barrage of Swarm Missiles was launched to further confuse any targeting systems, and potentially harass the enemy.