WHRRRRMMM—
Lilianna's mecha's shoulder pods rotated. Twelve micro-missile tubes peeled open in two crisp clamshell rows. The kneecaps spun their auxiliary turrets up to a clean, killing whine.
Neville exhaled slowly and pushed his throttle forward. His mecha dropped into a low skim, heel thrusters spitting blue, and the wing thrusters as it tilted to a hard cutting angle.
VS-VS-VS-VS—
Six missiles soon painted his HUD with neat little red diamonds. Neville's mecha managed to peel off Lilianna's mecha's shoulder plating and began their hunting curve.
Neville banked, but it wasn't a clean bank. His mecha did a snapping, hip-throwing kind of motion. Then, it folded sideways at the waist and skated along the wave-tops on one foot of pure thrust.
Two missiles overshot, corkscrewed, and came back. The other four were locked in tight.
They were close enough now that he could hear them.
Neville flicked his left thumb, and his dagger made another appearance.
