"Pachoun, eh?" Seiichi sputtered out, coughing as his Gunman rose back to its feet. He dusted off some scorch marks on his arm from the barrage of fire, and slammed a fist into the fist of Pachoun's mech. "You're asking the right man for help, Pachoun! If there's one thing I can do..."
Without a hint of warning, Shiro began moving again, sprinting towards the line of Beastmen still on the ground.
"...It's grab everybody's attention!"
The Beast of Hope's mouth ripped itself open, roaring in defiance as it charged like a madman into the collection of Gunmen. A trio of mass-produced models stepped into Shiro's way, holding their fists up and ready for a fight. Not as ready as Seiichi, though.
Shiro leaned back onto its rear leg, skidding into the trio like a bowling ball. The three tried to throw counter-punches as it came in close. Shiro's left and right arms came up like shields, blocking the blows from the outside. The one in the middle was smart, and aimed straight for Seiichi in the cockpit. Shiro responded by opening its maw wide, and letting the fist come right inside before clamping down on it. Its massive teeth tore away layers of metal, and over half of the Gunman's hand was completely devoured. The mech's pilot yelped in terror and confusion, backing away from Seiichi and his psychotic biting mech.
With a shove, Shiro pushed its arms outwards, throwing off the balance of the other two Gunmen and leaving them open for a counter strike. The Beast spun on its left leg, moving like a top as it extended a fist and let it collide with each Gunman multiple times as he rotated around and around for further hits. Half a dozen dents marred each mech's body by now, and they finally recovered enough from the reeling blows to hop away and let their third comrade try again. This time, his humanoid mech went for a kick straight into Shiro's eyes.
WHAM
It was a no-sell. Shiro didn't budge an inch, instead opting to lean forward after the kick landed, pushing it back to the chorus of groaning metal. The Beastmen inside the cockpit, a humanoid sort of dog began to shiver and shake as he realized just what deep trouble he was in. Then, Shiro did the worst thing it could possibly do.
It grinned. Two arms came down and grabbed the other Gunman's outstretched leg, nearly shearing it off already from the force, and spun it around. They released their grip just in time to send the robot hurtling into the sky, and ultimately colliding right into the Dai-Gunkaji.
The explosion was small, compared to the size of the battleship, but devastating for the pilot at the very least. Turning to the other two Gunmen, Shiro cracked its knuckles in anticipation before charging forward again. A hammer-fist to the baboon-like one on his left decimated its cockpit, leaving the crippled suit lying useless on the ground. The third attempted a hammer-blow of its own from above, but Seiichi was just fast enough to catch it as it came down. He grabbed the offending Gunman's fists and swung them behind his head. The mech smashed into the ground, and fell into a few shattered pieces. The pilot scurried out from the cockpit, ducking the shots going all around and running for cover.
Seiichi turned to the remaining Beastmen lines, and threw up a defiant fist, the back of which was turned to them. He shouted, "I won't stop, I CAN'T stop until you're piles of scrap under my feet! WHO'S NEXT?"
KACHOOM
A gigantic blast of yellow energy rocketed across the ground, tearing a wide trench as it went. Seiichi barely had time to recognize it and move before it tore the ground where he'd once been to smoldering shreds. After jumping about twenty feet away, Shiro immediately clutched its head/chest, as Seiichi did the same to his own. They scanned back and forth, looking for whoever made that attack.
They got their answer quickly; standing in the center of the Beastmen lines, primarily because the others had fled, was a taller-than-average Gunman. One of the elites, colored an array of blues with a bright red gem in the center of its forehead. Inside, a baritone-voiced Beastman called Seiichi, "Hold still, and we'll see who's scrap!"
The source of the attack was plainly visible: the Gunman's right arm had been converted. Starting just above the write, where normal Gunman anatomy had once been it was replaced by a barrel-shaped blue cannon, with white lines of lit boxes running up the sides. The left arm was bracing it for the sake of aim, and was already lining up another shot. Inside his own mech, Seiichi grinned a mad grin and began moving. "Sounds like fun!"
The blaster fired, and an eruption of energy tore apart the landscape where Shiro had been. Had been, as by now the Mech had rolled to its right, safely away from the devastation. The Elite tried again, but Seiichi twisted the controls and let Shiro pirouette around the blast. He charged forward in the brief respite between shots, and get within thirty feet of his opponent.
The Elite fired once more, and with a boxer's slide, Seiichi slipped to the left and away from the blast. He reminded himself to thank Free for giving him a few pointers in their drunken stupor the night before. Seiichi felt a free shot open, and lunged forward with his left fist. The Elite spun around and used his normal hand to catch it in the air and spin, slamming Shiro face-first into the sand. Seiichi shouted in shock and pain as he collided with the earth, immediately rolling onto his back to launch a kick at the Elite. It didn't do much, but forced it to back up long enough to hop back onto his feet. Shiro tried again, launching a one-two punch combo, which the Elite easily dodged by shifting his body left and right. Roaring in anger, Seiichi leaned forward with his Gunman, and Shiro straight-up headbutted the Elite, reeling the Beastman within and sending the mech lurching back. Shiro didn't let up, and tackled the thing to the ground.
With the thing incapacitated, Shiro launched a mad flurry of blows into the enemy Gunman, denting the armor as it sought a way to tear open the cockpit. As the shots rained down, the Elite cackled through the loudspeaker.
"Gwahahahaha... you filthy monkeys are the same! Too stupid to look any direction but straight ahead!"
"Huh?" Seiichi scanned his viewport for whatever the Beastman might be alluding to; he found its cannon arm, fully charged and about to fire straight for him.
"Gah--SHIT!" Seiichi yanked on the controls, already far too late to avoid the attack.
KACHOOM
Dust and smoke chocked the air surrounding the two Gunman, denying any sight within. It sat like that for almost a minute, before finally rolling away.
Still on top of the other Gunman, Shiro remained; but it was battered. Its left arm had dissipated entirely, after being used a shield to prevent damage to the rest of the Gunman. Inside, Seiichi let out a cackle of his own. "Don't you get it? That's what makes humans so great! We look nowhere but forward, because we can see a beautiful dream right in front of us!"
Shiro raised its right hand into the air, and with a chop came down on the right shoulder of the Elite. Its cannon arm was detached, and snatched up by Shiro as it stood. Seiichi held the newfound weapon in his right hand, aiming it down at the Elite.
"And we will NEVER. LOOK AWAY. FROM THAT DREAM."
KACHOOM
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With the smoldering wreckage of the Elite behind him, Seiichi returned to the battle proper, now wielding a devastating new weapon. He took aim at the Dai-Gunkaji, and the particularly intimidating Gunman on top. It would be a long-shot from his position... but anything was worth a shot.
"HEY, FLAME-FACE! GOT A PRESENT FOR YA!"
KACHOOM