"Vat is zees?"
Farbe, now settled in the Prototype Phantasma's cockpit, adjusted her glasses at the radiant display before her. There was a pulse of light at her waist - and she paused to examine the blood-red philosopher's stone set in the pistol kept in her rear waistline, the brilliant gold of its construction gleaming under the electric lights overhead.
"Symphogear...! Vat luck!" She chuckled to herself - now, she couldn't ask for a better test of her new machine's might!
With a twitch of the control stick, the retreating MT lowered the threatening barrel of its plasma cannon, the barrel tracking the tiny figure's movements. A pull of the trigger - and a pair of blasts were sent hurtling Clara's way, pulverizing apart the pavement as the MT attempted to obstruct her path. Further adding to her troubles was a spray of micromissiles issuing forth from the foe's back, screaming overhead to pulverize the ground between them, turning it into a sea of fire and flaming asphalt.
"...She's up to high doh."
Meanwhile, Grete grunted as she shifted a chunk of building off her body. Lucky she hadn't been turned into roadkill, she thought as she watcher the other two retreating into the distance... and scratched the back of her head with a sigh. Somehow she always seemed to end up falling in with a certain sort.
"Can't let m'self get shown up now, can I?"
With a snap of her fingers, there was a distant roar of collapsing rock. Haltingly, jerkily, the Eligor dropped from the ceiling through a hole. Sunlight flooded the interior of the underground city, a strange light lighting up the interior of the crimson Arm Slave, causing its eyes to glow with a ghostly glare as it lurched unsteadily in the direction of its taskmaster, heeding her call...
Farbe, now settled in the Prototype Phantasma's cockpit, adjusted her glasses at the radiant display before her. There was a pulse of light at her waist - and she paused to examine the blood-red philosopher's stone set in the pistol kept in her rear waistline, the brilliant gold of its construction gleaming under the electric lights overhead.
"Symphogear...! Vat luck!" She chuckled to herself - now, she couldn't ask for a better test of her new machine's might!
With a twitch of the control stick, the retreating MT lowered the threatening barrel of its plasma cannon, the barrel tracking the tiny figure's movements. A pull of the trigger - and a pair of blasts were sent hurtling Clara's way, pulverizing apart the pavement as the MT attempted to obstruct her path. Further adding to her troubles was a spray of micromissiles issuing forth from the foe's back, screaming overhead to pulverize the ground between them, turning it into a sea of fire and flaming asphalt.
"...She's up to high doh."
Meanwhile, Grete grunted as she shifted a chunk of building off her body. Lucky she hadn't been turned into roadkill, she thought as she watcher the other two retreating into the distance... and scratched the back of her head with a sigh. Somehow she always seemed to end up falling in with a certain sort.
"Can't let m'self get shown up now, can I?"
With a snap of her fingers, there was a distant roar of collapsing rock. Haltingly, jerkily, the Eligor dropped from the ceiling through a hole. Sunlight flooded the interior of the underground city, a strange light lighting up the interior of the crimson Arm Slave, causing its eyes to glow with a ghostly glare as it lurched unsteadily in the direction of its taskmaster, heeding her call...