Gles
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The advantage Molli won was a transitory one, despite all of her cunning and skill. Though the element of surprise let the Nepleslian score a brutal strike on one of her pursuers, Molli was aware that the other wasn't going to let it go unanswered. With their massive sword thrumming with superheated pink energy that she could practically feel the heat from given her close proximity, Molli didn't dare entertain any foolish notions of clashing with her foe. Thankfully, her frame was more than capable of an agile dodge, and Molli's thrusters boosted her out of the way mere inches before the blade could cleave her in two. "Hah! Nice try!" The Nepleslian's voice crackled through the speakers of her mecha's face-plate, taunting her foe's failed counter.
Not content to rest on a verbal riposte, Molli flew over the swordsman's blade and sent her aether-coated blade screaming down at the metal hands grasping the hilt, with the intent to sever them clean off and deprive her foe of a dangerous weapon. "Try harder! Ent even ah neko!" Molli added, hoping to tilt the enemy pilots with her taunts. Angry racers often made mistakes, and mecha pilots shouldn't be any different.
Not content to rest on a verbal riposte, Molli flew over the swordsman's blade and sent her aether-coated blade screaming down at the metal hands grasping the hilt, with the intent to sever them clean off and deprive her foe of a dangerous weapon. "Try harder! Ent even ah neko!" Molli added, hoping to tilt the enemy pilots with her taunts. Angry racers often made mistakes, and mecha pilots shouldn't be any different.
