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!!857o4GkKJgy 05/13/11(Fri)13:03 No.14915097>>14915032
The first strike came with from a strange reverse mounted beam saber mounted on a motorised forearm pod. The thing lashed and spun about, carving a vicious line, the first strike went wide, Bernie tried to parry the second only to have the irregular movements fool him and the blade sliced with terriffic speed on his left forearm. It should have sliced clean through the arm, torso and out the other side. It didn't. Instead of hot butter, it sliced like cold cheese. Bernie could practically feel the pilot pause in shock. He took advantage and started punching the Pixy in the face, 20+ tonnes of moving metal slammed into the head, causing it to recoil backwards. With his beam saber still trapped, he couldn't pull away and Bernie pushed forwards tackling it to the ground. The heavy shockwaves of the massive mobile suits falling could be felt as far as three miles away. Both of them fired their head vulcans on full burst sending sparks flying. Bernie roared with adrenalin and punched the head again, and then the arm, there was a shower of sparks as the thin jointing, designed for speed rather than endurance came away completely, and the beam saber cutting through his arm spluttered and died. Then the explosive bolts on the ablative armour plating fired, knocking his next punch off target and hitting ashphalt. Now free, the Mab slithered like a snake and with it's foot mounted thrusted shot out from under him. |