Yeshua waited in the darkness. It was cold, empty and quiet. All he could hear was the odd creaking of metal under the pressure of the lake and the whirring of all the motors in the robot. The Anzu was strong, but the joints would be quite loose after this. Hopefully, the boy wished, he wouldn't have to engage in any melee combat in this. His weapon glue a stagnant blue, lighter and more colourful than the navy blue of the water around him. The MAC round eagerly waited, twiddling its thumbs inside of the massive rifle. Yeshua wanted to release the pressure building up inside of it, to finally let the slug loose into the open world. 

Firing up three different monitors, he looked around his surroundings as one of the onboard cameras captured any shapes above the surface of the water. Nothing odd appeared. If any of the Frameworks were to pass over, the stationed computers would do most of the work for him, allowing him to take it out of the sky. 

The massive gas canisters placed on the side of the beast's massive wrists whir and splutter for a few crucial seconds. Yeshua snaps his neck to the left and right, looking at the gauntlets slowly collapsing under the massive pressure. They were filled with highly flammable liquids which morphed into gasses under the valves and switches at Yeshua's right and left hands. 

"[color=92278f][i]Chara[/i][/color]" he swears in Hebrew, the tongue of his adopted family from all those years ago. The machine shudders as the metal begins to give way, splintering at the joints. He needs to move now. He needs to move [i]fast.[/i]

The Anzu shudders with each quick step, the water crackling in through the holes. Each step the robot takes, the closer the light at the surface crawls. Like moving with two trucks tied to his shoulders, Yeshua grunts heavily as he urges the machine to press on, despite the heavy struggle. In a desperate act of self-preservation, he turns around and fires his weapon behind him, the surge of energy sending the Anzu backwards at a much faster rate. With the new speed, the Framework leaves the lake with a special urgency. At his wrists, Yeshua feels the pressure finally stop, but the gas begins to act violently still. Realising the danger he is, Yeshua smashes at the controls. He waits for the inevitable. 

In a fiery explosions, the two gas canisters erupt, leaving only flames and crackling metal. The Anzu's hands are now alight with bright and vibrant flames, igniting the area around them by the surface of the lake. He drops the weapon on the ground in case it causes an even worse outcome as Yeshua checks all of the monitors, hoping his machine isn't ruined completely.

In fact, the wrists and hands are almost fine, just the canisters that broke were in any danger. The flaming hands look pretty cool though, even if the flamethrower functionality is destroyed. The combustion dies down as the Anzu grabs its rifle once again, Yeshua exhaling heavily from the action. It seems the greatest enemy is the world around him.