[ Upon critical injury, the machine withdraws at a slide, sparking, swinging, and Cage steps out onto the field, the hydraulic of his power suit a hum between the clank of metal boots striking the floor. He probably won't ever be as fluid in these things as the likes of the Full Metal Bitch, god knows, but he wears it like he's worn it so many times before.
Behind him, one of the machines passes by, almost silent save for how it cuts through the air. There are three more, and they circle like predators. ]
New game. It's called have my back. You heard of it?
[ Hopefully it has, because by miracle of coincidence (or the key stroke of an operator with a sense of humour), one of the spinning monstrousity suddenly zooms for Cage, coming at his blind spot. ]
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[ Upon critical injury, the machine withdraws at a slide, sparking, swinging, and Cage steps out onto the field, the hydraulic of his power suit a hum between the clank of metal boots striking the floor. He probably won't ever be as fluid in these things as the likes of the Full Metal Bitch, god knows, but he wears it like he's worn it so many times before.
Behind him, one of the machines passes by, almost silent save for how it cuts through the air. There are three more, and they circle like predators. ]
New game. It's called have my back. You heard of it?
[ Hopefully it has, because by miracle of coincidence (or the key stroke of an operator with a sense of humour), one of the spinning monstrousity suddenly zooms for Cage, coming at his blind spot. ]