When the Gatecrasher initially charged into the lines of the expeditionary fleet, it was as if a wolf had entered a flock of sheep.
"ALL MURDERERS OF DWARVES MUST PAY!" Venerable Orthox roared as his expert mech charged straight into a rifleman mech and smashed it to pieces with its shield!
The boiling red resonance shield that surrounded the Gatecrasher like an erupting volcano not only invalidated any ranged attack, but also made it impossible to resist against its might up close.
If not for the fact that the Gatecrasher was an expert offensive space knight that possessed limited attack capabilities compared to other expert mechs, Venerable Orthox would have been able to defeat thrice as many enemy machines in the same amount of time!
Still, a high-tier expert mech was still a force to be reckoned with. The typical limitations that characterized the strengths and weaknesses of these powerful machines no longer applied so strictly anymore.
For example, while it didn't possess any ranged weapon systems, it was able to swing its hammer and release a powerful resonance wave attack that struck any target that was out of the Gatecrasher's immediate reach.
Against other opponents, the Gatecrasher's was able to launch powerful grappling hooks that dug into the frames of enemy machines and reeled them back with great force just so that Venerable Orthox could hammer them into pieces!
Not a single Larkinson or Crosser mech unit were able to maintain their cohesion when the Gatecrasher arrived. Extreme grief and vengeance fueled Venerable Orthox's hatred against the tall folk. The more he thought about the comrades he lost, the stronger he resonated with the Gatecrasher! The resonance meters pointed at the unstoppable expert mech kept registering stronger and stronger readings.
As soon as the Gatecrasher turned and initiated a charge against a formation of vulnerable Crosser mechs, Venerable Orthox suddenly aborted his expert mech's approach when another red comet entered its flight path!
Unlike other opponents, Orthox was immediately able to judge that his current challenger was different.
Surrounded by a lighter and more fiery red resonance glow was a medium-heavy hybrid mech that incorporated multiple different weapon systems.
The tall and armored expert mech wielded an axe in one arm and a shotgun in the other arm. A pair of compact positron turrets were mounted on its shoulders and one of its thick wrists carried a hefty wrist-mounted plasma launcher.
The Gatecrasher's sensors failed to detect more weapon systems but Orthox confidently judged that the enemy expert mech definitely contained more integrated weapon systems. It was what all hybrid mechs of this caliber possessed.
Two different expert mechs were silently surveying each other as their expert pilots already knew that they were about to confront the toughest opponent on the battlefield.
Even without exchanging any words, they could already tell a lot about their opposition.
They were able to sense the powerful force of wills that resonated so excellently with their expert mechs. Both expert pilots were able to glean a hint of each other's convictions by interpreting each other's wills.
Venerable Orthox's eyes narrowed. This newcomer's will was not only strong and drenched with ambition, but also possessed the tempering of someone who had lived through true war and suffering.
In fact, he was impressed by the tenacity he sensed from the human expert pilot! No matter what reason the foreigner fought for, Orthox was able to respect at least that quality in his opponent.
"This is going to be a tough fight…" He muttered to himself.
As for Patriarch Reginald, he felt anything but reluctant to duel his opponent. He was only slightly displeased at the realization that he wouldn't be fighting against this powerful dwarven expert pilot under equal circumstances.
Trying to block the powerful death energy attack released by the Penitent Sisters had to have sapped a portion of Venerable Orthox's strength!
"At least there is no fault in his reason to battle." Reginald grinned. "This dwarf has all the reason in the cosmos to destroy me. Good. Only those who sincerely wish me dead are worth going all out!"
The more the Cross Patriarch observed his opponent, the more he became eager to fight. The Gatecrasher did not look like a deadly enemy who not only threatened to end his life, but also annihilate the clan he inherited from his father.
To him, the Gatecrasher was nothing less than a gift from heaven to the battle-starved and glory-hungry patriarch!
Venerable Orthox was just powerful enough to give Patriarch Reginald an abundant amount of pressure, but not enough to hold a crushing advantage.
The Gatecrasher was tough but should not contain too many unexpected surprises. The expert space knight posed a considerable threat to his Bolvar Rage at point-blank range, but was a lot more manageable at longer ranges.
As long as Patriarch Reginald kept track of the Gatecrasher's grappling hooks, his expert mech wouldn't have to worry about getting entangled.
The outline of the battle became increasingly clear to the expert pilots as they mapped it out in their minds.
The Gatecrasher was primarily a melee mech and possessed ungodly amounts of power up close. Whether it utilized its prodigious acceleration to build up momentum and slam into an enemy like a hammer blow from Vulcan or simply hacked its power-filled hammer with continuous blows, the Bolvar Rage probably wouldn't last long if it got banged up too many times.
Since his Bolvar Rage was a hybrid mech, the most ideal distance to the enemy was around a hundred meters or a little more. In fact, Patriarch Reginald preferred to maintain a greater distance from the enemy, but he doubted that Venerable Orthox would let him keep his distance.
Both of their mechs saluted each other by raising their main weapons. No matter what side they were on or what cause they were fighting for, they both held great respect for their opposition. They were true warriors who had risen above the rest and had come close to taking their next step to ascension.
They exchanged greetings.
"Venerable Orthox De Massie."
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