He coughed violently, blood spilling from his lips, and collapsed. His mech gave one last shudder before the systems went dark. Dust erupted around him as his defeated form sank into the ground, leaving only the remnants of his ambitious spirit.
With a heavy heart, Sirius's mech retracted into interspatial storage, leaving him sprawled in the dirt. He lay there, laughing menacingly, the sound of a guttural mix of pain and defiance that echoed across the battlefield.
Han Xin disengaged Zeus, retracting it into its storage as well. He stepped forward, the dust swirling around his legs, and looked down at the fallen opponent. "I will contact your father about the peace treaty," he said coldly, his voice steady.
Sirius's laughter faded into a pained cough, but his eyes gleamed with a defiance that would not be extinguished.
