Sól could feel her spine throbbing inside the mech's nerve-linked pilot chair. The feedback was intense. Every vibration, every tremor echoed through her bones as if she were inside the metal shell, not just controlling it. Her vision flickered with the red hue of warning alerts as her shoulder launchers unleashed a ferocious storm of guided missiles.
Across the scorched arena, the enemy knight mech raised its shield in desperation, metal arms shaking under the incoming assault.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Explosions rang out in a violent cascade, filling the air with fire, smoke, and blinding light. The force of the attack shattered the enemy's shield into molten debris, hurling the mech back like a puppet cut from its strings. It crashed into the far wall, sparks flying from its joints.
"Damnit!" the enemy pilot's voice blared through open comms. "Do you have any idea how much this'll cost to fix?! I'm going to make you pay for that, you psycho!"
