Zector had its head on a swivel, keeping track of where the F-22 could possibly show up. It didn’t help that it wasn’t appearing anywhere on radar or any tracking systems. This was bad.
Ryan jolted slightly and jerked Zector to view the incoming Canister Shot. He needed to reposition, and do it fast. Otherwise, he was going to be wide open. The small boosters on the back of Zector pulsed before launching itself backwards, away from the hail of projectiles. As it did so however, Ryan spotted the F-22 rapidly approaching from the corner of his vision. He was no good at melee at the moment, but he wouldn’t learn if he never tries. So he was going to give F-22 what it wanted, a close quarters fight.
When the F-22 began its barrage, Zector immediately got caught in a slight amount of fire which thankfully only deflected and chipped away at the Zemurian armor. Ryan flinched slightly at the pain, it felt like bees stinging every part of his body as metal clashed with metal. He can’t survive another long assault such as that, so he had to refrain from getting hit a second time. Regardless, Zector managed to avoid the subsequent barrages. But once it got close, that was the time.
“The only thing you’ll be writing is a letter full of excuses!”
“I’m sorry, but this will hurt you more than it will us.”
Zector’s grip on the Buster Glaive tightened as it boosted towards the F-22 slightly and as it came oh so close, the blades split apart before firing off a high powered round, the recoil of which sent the Zector flying straight towards the chest of the F-22. It’s elbow was stuck out as it moved to ram right into the F-22, targeting underneath the cockpit as it did so. Its goal was to tackle it down to the ground. Should it succeed, Ryan attempted to immediately pin down the arm holding the fire arm with Zector’s feet before using the Buster Glaive to attempt to cut off the knife holding arm.
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