Kittan leaned back in the cockpit of his gunman as the other pilot spoke to him. Class? He really didn’t know the meaning of the word. What mattered in a fight beyond your fighting spirit? Obviously she was sick of his banter, as much fun as Kittan was having with it. It wasn’t often he met a female pilot.
He had to admit, he was used to most of the beastmen talking themselves up before attacking like that. The sudden rush left him scrambling for the controls, thinking of nothing but leaning King forward and rushing right towards an inevitable head on collision. King was built for this kind of stuff. He was used to just skewering Gunmen like this, and this chick was coming right for it,
“Well if you’re so damn eager, fine!”
“You think I’d fall for that?” She asked, as the gunman took a sudden turn, going around to Kittan’s left side. A laugh left her as she stopped the gunman for a moment, standing up straight. She rolled her shoulders, gripping the controls of the machine rather tightly.
“Come on now, lets see what ya’ got.” She exclaimed, as her gunman brought itself closer to the ground, legs spread apart, it slammed its fists together before bringing them up, much like a boxing instructor with pads made for punching. She grit her teeth, all her focus on the other.
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