Accompanying the Gespensts was the only-just-repaired Strike, with the Grand Slam sword in one hand and its beam rifle in the other. There was no black Gundam on the battlefield haunting him anymore, simply enemies that would kill scores of people if he didn't stop them.
All too quickly he found himself falling into a rhythm: keep a Mugann busy with the sword, shoot it to death with the rifle, and then annhilate the particles with a steady stream of CIWS fire.
"I don't even care if you don't stop until you're all dead! The Lightning's meant for protracted battles and I won't quit as long as even one of you's trying to destroy this world!"
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Date: 2010-01-18 06:06 am (UTC)All too quickly he found himself falling into a rhythm: keep a Mugann busy with the sword, shoot it to death with the rifle, and then annhilate the particles with a steady stream of CIWS fire.
"I don't even care if you don't stop until you're all dead! The Lightning's meant for protracted battles and I won't quit as long as even one of you's trying to destroy this world!"