Neville's mecha twisted in mid-air.
His mecha folded almost in half at the waist joint. The blade-arm tucked, and the wing-thrusters flared to redirect his momentum sideways.
Three of the six missiles passed through the space his cockpit had occupied.
The other three hit a billboard.
[PROPERTY DAMAGE — PRETTIESTLILY +79,600 / NEVILLE +40]
[CIVILIAN CASUALTIES — PRETTIESTLILY +3,488 / NEVILLE +0]
Lilianna would have screamed if she hadn't been so out of breath.
She had stopped him. She had stopped him. Her wings were still attached.
Lilianna let out a small smile, seeing light at the end of the tunnel.
'Don't celebrate yet. He's coming back.'
"I just took a breath."
'You're slowing your reaction time. Your heart rate is up. He could guess the way your mecha resets between exchanges. You need to randomize your recovery cycles.'
"I don't want to."
'You don't want to?' The voice in her head suddenly turned murderous. 'I thought we already talked about this earlier?'
