The Northern Army Corps had officially lost its collective mind.
After Damien Bloodbane's third flawless win, the commanding officers screamed, panicked, and then made the worst decision of all: they doubled down.
"Send in Major Louis," Major General Gerald, the second in command for the Northern Army Corps, ordered calmly while sipping his tea, the picture of dignity.
Major Louis piloted the "Titanfall Mk.VII"—a fifth-generation Heavy Mecha equipped with quad-reactive armor plating, dual energy capacitors, seismic stabilizers, and a built-in mini-nuke failsafe. It was allegedly able to tank a direct orbital strike.
It could not tank Damien Bloodbane.
He sidestepped its first slow-motion punch, carved through the stabilizer unit like it was made of wet paper, and gave it a friendly pat on the back—causing the mech to trip, scream electronically, and nosedive into its own missile rack.
Whereupon Damien Bloodbane generously gave it a free colonoscopy. With his sword.
