Silvan Haven

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

Bit of advice in addition to my cavalry metaphor.

First of all, avoid charging into a large group of enemies on your own. It would take a very large gap in capabilities to avoid being swarmed and taken down by pure numbers. In this case even if you were always able to take down the Rook in front of you, there are still five other directions that you would receive attacks from.

Secondly, rather than charging directly into the mob you should instead hit the edges. That way you give the enemy much less of a chance to swarm you.

Third thing, when performing fast strikes against a larger force you never engage more than one, maaaaybe two foes before zooming back out again. And they don't need to be kills, the important thing is escaping and avoiding being swarmed by the main group.

Please keep in mind that these are not criticisms of you. I am trying to help you learn and get better at combat.

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That would not...end...well.

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I'll try to keep it to a mild powdered bones.

And crush all you want but don't expect her to understand what Shiro is doing.

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<Snipped quote by Crimmy>

So...not talking at all or...

@harinezumikouken

Well if it makes you feel any better I'm going to have Beryl show up soon.

And since Shiro assumably has no connections to organized crime the chances his veins exploding from the inside is extremely slim.

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

High speed attacks that allow you to hit an enemy for lots of damage before zooming back out again. Never stay in one area for any length of time and use your momentum to your advantage.

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

The guy's strength seems to lie in his speed and close range firepower.

He is cavalry.

Use him like cavalry.

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

Jack Thor-OSDT Jannah

The whoop of the alarm, the call to arms.

The group scattered, each person heading to suit up or climb into their respective HFVs. Jack was no exception. He downed the rest of his coffee in a single gulp and took off to one of the nearby locker rooms. Large lungs such as those housed in his equally large chest made for an impressive voice. A voice that the pilot now made use of.

"Make a hole!"

The age old words reverberated along the metal walls of the ship. From the time when a navy meant boats sailing upon the ocean it meant that somebody needed to get someplace in a hurry and that everybody needed to get out of the way.

The locker rooms were almost directly next to the HFV bay for situations just like this. The doors slid open at his approach and closed behind him. There was about thirty seconds of silence in the hallway before Jack came tearing his way out at full tilt, now in his pilot suit and minus his oversized mug.

The rest of Paper Tiger were already in their mechs or getting into them now and Jack had no intention of falling behind. The Scandinavian pilot's job was keeping his teammates alive and in the fight. A duty he had no intention of failing. With a nod in response to his head mechanic's thumbs up Jack vaulted up the first few stars of the wheeled set next to his HFV. He positively flew up the rest of the way.

Settling into the cockpit of The Ball, Jack took a moment to calm himself as the machine started up and the hatch sealed. A deep breath cleared his mind. His teammates needed him to be able to think out there on the battlefield. A panicked medic was a useless medic.

Reaching into his breast pocket the large man retrieved something odd. A physical photograph. In it Jack stood with a giant smile on his face, a young boy who could not be older than ten years old sat upon his shoulders with an equally wide grin. A woman in her late thirties stood nearby watching the pair. A laugh making her face glow.

With a fond smile Jack set the picture in a small clamp set in the wall beside the main screen.

A hum filled the cockpit as the vehicle finished powering up. A faint vibration following it as a crane lifted The Ball over to the launch catapults. It's distinct lack of legs meant that it could only move using the maneuvering jets. In space that was fine, in the bay not so much.

"Transferring timing controls to The Ball. Everything is green and good to go. Nobody dies on my watch!"

A light burned in the "Old Man's" eyes as he focused his gaze on the screen in front of him. His hands flexed momentarily on the controls and adrenaline surged through his veins.

"Launching!"

He yelled his defiance at the cold uncaring void and those who hunted the innocent within it as the G forces pushed him back into his seat. Jack Thor shot into that same uncaring black void with one sentence on his lips.

"Nobody dies today!"

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I look forward to even more great art.

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I think you have something on your nose.

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Do I need to put on my internet therapist hat? Because you all are looking like nothing but a big mass of scar tissue at the moment.