ZOIDS:Tears from the Heart except
"I've managed to gather you a handful of pilots," Herman told her, nodding his head toward a group of soldiers on the other side of the hanger bay. "They're all skilled close combat pilots."
"There's five of them," she replied, double checking her count. They were going into what might just be one of the most important battles of the decade, and all Herman had managed to scrape up was five zoid pilots. A standard squadron was composed of eight.
"You want me to go up against the Deathsaurer with only five zoids behind me?"
Matt had returned to the hanger wearing an imperial pilots' uniform. His expression was one of determination, a solider ready to fight.
"I'm coming with you," he told her. "If you'll have me."
She hadn't known him when he came to her rescue in New Helic City. Now she realised she may never get the chance to.
Yet he stood before her, all but pledging an allegiance to her, willing to follow her into a battle they had no hope of surviving.
We've had no hope before, a voice in the back of her mind reminded her.
"We may not come out of this alive," she warned him half-heartedly. She hardly expected to change his mind.
"I'll take my chances," he told her with a grin. “You might get lucky again."
