The Tristan pulled up as white smoke spewed forth, the Knight of Ten squinting to spot the moving shadow inside, aided only by the light sent out by the AT itself. Everything had just turned sour, the challenge was simply a shooting run and now the police were involved, the joy of the kill robbed from him in most un-violent of manners. Still it wasn't long before the AT broke out of the cloud, allowing him to hone his aim as beneath a décor of red and blue lights moved after. The Knightpolice, aiming less lethally fired stray shots after the AT as soon as it was evident it had avoided the trap. Shots from the KMF's pistols aimed for the wheels on the back of the fleeing machine, now in front of them and thus prime for shooting at.
A click of the tongue by the Prince as he observed the reaction by the AT pilot.
"Clever, clever." He commended the pilot of the craft, drawing a line further on his map. That had been the Knightpolice perimeter they performed admirably but his prize was still loose and this was not a foe where shooting the gas tank solved the issue unfortunately. The pen rotated in between his fingers.
"But we're not done yet." One of the Knightmare frames pulled a more boxy weapon out, firing a pin forwards. Against adversaries where the machine was a death trap for themselves and others, the solution was aiming for the pilot and only the pilot. Often this was done with lethal force but here, an electric shock would be preferable. Should it embed itself into the machine a most unpleasant shock would find its way to Wolfgang.
Should this fail however, the Prince considered as he observed his options. Something would have to force the machine to stop.
Tristan however, did not care for such attempts. With a distinct click the other Slash Harken, the one not stuck in place currently released and fired forwards. Ahead of the Scopedog to force it to slow down. Thereby removing the entire lead it had on both itself and the swarming police force underneath in hot pursuit, landspinners spinning on the concrete.
A click of the tongue by the Prince as he observed the reaction by the AT pilot.
"Clever, clever." He commended the pilot of the craft, drawing a line further on his map. That had been the Knightpolice perimeter they performed admirably but his prize was still loose and this was not a foe where shooting the gas tank solved the issue unfortunately. The pen rotated in between his fingers.
"But we're not done yet." One of the Knightmare frames pulled a more boxy weapon out, firing a pin forwards. Against adversaries where the machine was a death trap for themselves and others, the solution was aiming for the pilot and only the pilot. Often this was done with lethal force but here, an electric shock would be preferable. Should it embed itself into the machine a most unpleasant shock would find its way to Wolfgang.
Should this fail however, the Prince considered as he observed his options. Something would have to force the machine to stop.
Tristan however, did not care for such attempts. With a distinct click the other Slash Harken, the one not stuck in place currently released and fired forwards. Ahead of the Scopedog to force it to slow down. Thereby removing the entire lead it had on both itself and the swarming police force underneath in hot pursuit, landspinners spinning on the concrete.