Fred said:Code Geass is a mecha series made by Sunrise, the same studio that does the Gundam series. I personally enjoyed it, but it has its special quirks. If you can stomach the Clamp artstyle, you might like it. There's over-the-top drama, clashing armies, scheming and such.
Tom panted deeply as he was spared from the destructive power of both Asher's missile and Melisson's projectile. He assessed the situation quickly in the moment that he had.
Yuzuki was still blasting away at one of the support structures. She was almost there, but the glowing hot end of her plasma rifle indicated that the weapon was about to fail.
It was obvious Asher was being dominated, but Melisson's grip on them should have collapsed after Kotori's interference. Kotori wasn't dead... if she was, everyone would have been under Melisson's thrall once more. There had to be another factor...
The infection queen.
Pieces started to fall together as he whipped out his plasma rifle and took aim at the same point Yuzuki was shooting. Hot plasma sprayed from the edge of his gun, joining with Yuzuki's efforts to bring down the structure.
The psionic amplifiers... that's got to be it!
Code:
Yuzuki! Keep peppering the struts! We need to take down those amplifiers!
He hazarded a glance at Yukari as she was protecting Nyton from Asher's assault. His lover was holding her own under pressure... that snap kick to Asher's head was a thing of beauty... and Nyton was there to move her away and regroup at a distance.
Time was short, and he had to act quickly. Asher's destructive power could only be deterred for a short time.
Despite his best efforts to remain calm, he felt a tugging in his chest. He wanted to be there for Yukari, but had to trust Nyton as he had trusted Yuzuki before.
Come on, Nyton... buy me time.
A small victory made the chaotic battle swirling around her seem somehow easier to bear, and the pressure that still exerted itself – even now, she was staving it off with pure, unmitigated, directed rage – upon her psyche seemed somehow less pressing. But, there was a difficulty.
A third party observer, Yuzuki couldn’t help but watch the deadly dance of the Taii, the Shosa, the Demon, and Asher in her peripheral, and she was finding it gradually less and less desirable to hold to the orders that she had been given. The two of them were fighting toe-to-toe with the other two. That was an extremely uneven battle, given that Melisson was the opponent. It made her extremely uneasy to think of what would happen, should both of them fall.
Fuck this, whispered the Anger.
Yuzuki exhaled heavily, her breath misting the inside of the helmet, felt instead of seen; she was fully relying on her armor’s skin-vision, and had been for some time now. She was anxious, and standing idly by was killing her. If she had been given a heart, it would have been pounding in her ears; even the rush of her real blood was like a small turbid river, the canals of which she was now acutely aware of, and her whole body seemed to tremor with heightened awareness. Every inch of her was willing her to fight, to jump onto an enemy with a reckless abandon that even Yuzuki realized was amateurish. With extreme difficulty, she bit it down.
Just a little bit more. Yuzuki coaxed her rifle, which was already overheating.
Another breath misted the inside of her helmet.
Almost!
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