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The
Archangel adjusted its bearings, the hatches at the foremost end of the ship's 'legs' folding back for a pair of cannons. Not a moment after the positron cannons opened fire, beams of light lancing through the air only a few dozen meters over the
Albion, the atmosphere screeched in protest. Seconds later, Skull-4's payload struck home. An explosion rocked the ship, the now crippled engine bay barely able to hold it aloft.
The airborne machines ahead of the
Archangel were thrown off balance as air rushed to fill the vacuum left by the blast, the
Albion's Mobile Suits taking advantage of the opportunity to spread out from the ship and open fire with a storm of shells. Its forces dispatched, the ship's engines flared back to life as best they were able before resuming its prior course.
The Schpeltor continued its descent, weaving between beam and railgun shots as the Legged Ship's CIWS plinked in futility against the MH's armor as it dropped down to the sealed hatch of the starboard catapult.
"Raven."
"I know, I know!"
Cannon and small arms fire pinged about the White Glint as it scooted along the ground, jets flaring so much that the black craft almost became its namesake once more. Normally, such fire would be considered a nuisance at worst, but without Primal Armour, each shot that hit had the potential to do serious structural damage to the White Glint's armour.
Like it or not, a NEXT simply wasn't built as sturdy as most Mobile Suits were. That was the tradeoff for superb maneuverability. Primal Armour was actually a vitally important part of a NEXT's function, and the Raven hoped the order to turn it back on came soon.
Two GM's and a Guncannon. That described the opposition that was specifically shooting at him. Well, technically, it was mainly the Guncannon. The GM's weren't all that picky on who they fired at, but the Guncannon was trying to pick shots that would actually hit something. It would have been a refreshing change of pace, if the Raven wasn't fairly sure one of those shells held enough force to blow a arm off.
"The rifle is charged." Fiona spoke up. "Enemy has no Primal Armour, it's probably not worth the small arms fire."
"Probably not." The Raven agreed. That didn't seem to matter though. The target this time would be a GM. Technically, the laser rifle could melt through a Mobile Suit is a single, well aimed shot. It could do the same to a NEXT, mind, so that in and of itself was not really speaking of high firepower.
Still, it was more then most had brought to the table. The big problem was the rate of which thick armour protecting against it. Even if the Kojima Reactor was at full power, a laser rifle was never going to penetrate a ships armour. Not in one shot, and the Raven doubted the rifle would survive actually punching a hole worth mentioning in the Albion.
The assault rifle opened fire, but the Raven could not be said to actually be aiming it. No, it was more a distraction then anything else.
"Come on, lock on."
The crosshairs lined up. He pulled the trigger.
The laser rifle lit up in red energy, as a lance of light flew out at the GM.
