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FracturedMancer
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When the superheavy said the best plan was to take out the leader, Axle decided at that moment she wasn't as smart as he hoped. "Kill leader, make everybody freaks out or does their own damn thing, get back home in one living piece. Yeah, that's going to be oh so easy..." Axle groans to himself, before ducking underneath an explosive shell shot in his general direction. "Yo, Sigma, how the hell are we getting out of this one alive?"
A feminine voice spoke into his ear then, one filled with a mixture of concern and tiredness at everyday Axle's behavior. "It seems the soldiers of each side are more concerned with each other than the unaligned. If you manage to make yourself look like one side, they may confuse you for an ally during combat. Another option is what Ms Superheavy said, which could cause enough chaos for you to escape with minimal difficulty." Axle, having learned to trust his AI at least a little when it came to plans, realizes he's going to have to go along with this damn plan. Even if it means getting torn apart.
"Alright, time to kill the leader. Cataclysm Strand, ready to rock." Slamming one of his hands into the EMP cannon attached to his suit, Axle aims it into the crowd and attempts to fire off into the crusader side. Which would blind the ones he hit just long enough to allow him to run out of the building and into the crowd, sword at the ready. Once inside, he begins to kick Riptide into gear and slashes it through the nearest medium or heavy he can find before dashing to another part of the crowd.
A feminine voice spoke into his ear then, one filled with a mixture of concern and tiredness at everyday Axle's behavior. "It seems the soldiers of each side are more concerned with each other than the unaligned. If you manage to make yourself look like one side, they may confuse you for an ally during combat. Another option is what Ms Superheavy said, which could cause enough chaos for you to escape with minimal difficulty." Axle, having learned to trust his AI at least a little when it came to plans, realizes he's going to have to go along with this damn plan. Even if it means getting torn apart.
"Alright, time to kill the leader. Cataclysm Strand, ready to rock." Slamming one of his hands into the EMP cannon attached to his suit, Axle aims it into the crowd and attempts to fire off into the crusader side. Which would blind the ones he hit just long enough to allow him to run out of the building and into the crowd, sword at the ready. Once inside, he begins to kick Riptide into gear and slashes it through the nearest medium or heavy he can find before dashing to another part of the crowd.