The Einerad dropped from the shaft, bouncing twice before it finally glided to a stop, even the Coordinator needing to pause to catch his breath after that. A short, hurried conversation at the fork had tilted them in the direction of danger - he was thrilled about that, genuinely, but the scene that was playing out before him? The Combat Coordinator's eyes narrowed, the Gedlav rolling back lazily as a beam scythed viciously past it, melting apart a chunk of the back of the room.
"You mean to tell me you drag-asses haven't finished this thing off yet?" He said, in disbelief.
It exchanged a glance with the Kampfer, knowingly tapping the side of where its "nose" would have been, in a subtle gesture. The meaning was evident - suspicious.
Still, the titan before him would at least offer a measure of the excitement he had come demanding to experience. He'd hold his reservations regarding the Crimson-whatever for when the immediate threat was dealt with.
"Looks like we gotta show 'em how it's done." He said to Barnabus with a chuckle, the wheel of the Einerad already spinning up as it rocketed up into the air, tire slamming into the roof as it trundled forward, upside down, towards the colossal form of the Praetorian. Wolfgang could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, sharpening every moment, every second as vivid as it could be as he depressed the trigger.
The on-board missile launcher and beam cannons opened fire in the direction of the Mk-II's head unit, spraying it with fire as the smaller machine advanced, beam shields glowing at its sides as the center of the gigantic wheel creaked open, affording the Gedlav within just enough of a view to see any incoming attacks from the titan... and, just slightly out of sight, the movements of their erstwhile "allies".
Something didn't feel right in the pit of his stomach, and he was going to find out what.
"You mean to tell me you drag-asses haven't finished this thing off yet?" He said, in disbelief.
It exchanged a glance with the Kampfer, knowingly tapping the side of where its "nose" would have been, in a subtle gesture. The meaning was evident - suspicious.
Still, the titan before him would at least offer a measure of the excitement he had come demanding to experience. He'd hold his reservations regarding the Crimson-whatever for when the immediate threat was dealt with.
"Looks like we gotta show 'em how it's done." He said to Barnabus with a chuckle, the wheel of the Einerad already spinning up as it rocketed up into the air, tire slamming into the roof as it trundled forward, upside down, towards the colossal form of the Praetorian. Wolfgang could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, sharpening every moment, every second as vivid as it could be as he depressed the trigger.
The on-board missile launcher and beam cannons opened fire in the direction of the Mk-II's head unit, spraying it with fire as the smaller machine advanced, beam shields glowing at its sides as the center of the gigantic wheel creaked open, affording the Gedlav within just enough of a view to see any incoming attacks from the titan... and, just slightly out of sight, the movements of their erstwhile "allies".
Something didn't feel right in the pit of his stomach, and he was going to find out what.