The hit was strong. Sending a deafening boom in the surroundings, it managed to smash a metal on the observing point, bending it inside of the huge head. Following grinding sound from the grip of three fingers, when the latter fixed them in proper position, went almost unnoticed. However, the usage of jackhammer wasn’t. Another thunderous bang broke a huge hole inside the commanding point of the battered mech.
Still, it was far from being defeated. Stepping back to stretch the opponent’s limb, it used its own single lower arm, grabbing the bending point. Putting its own flick hammer against a weak spot, the mech “pressed the button”. A trembling wave washed over the metal when the devasting force broke the mechanical elbow. Not stopping on it, the battered mech followed with a few direct hits with former gunpoints, pushing the unfinished enemy back. The latter wasn’t fast enough to react in time.
Enduring impacts, it still had to break the distance. Unblocking the grip, it tried to save its arm, but not to avail. Refusing to obey any commands, it felt down limp. Swinging to the sides, it produced a strained sound before finally tearing and falling down like a scarp of useless metal. Luckily for Robert, he already managed to climb further.
Fighting with dizziness and trying to erase from the memory a feeling of being a shattered egg, that was put in a blender, Rob stubbornly continued his way up. Helping himself with conjure hooks, he tried to ignore the constant movement of the surface he was gripping. Instant accelerations made it only harder, not to speak about the fact of being placed right on the giant mech in a middle of melee battle. Especially, when a driver of the thing decided to use a broken limb to block another hit from the opponent.
The sudden airflow turned into an awfully loud bang when the metal was smashed in a mere half of a meter from Rob’s body. For a moment his mind refused to process what had happened. The following speed of heartbeat attempted to suppress the sound of the ongoing fight, sending non-stop pushes in his mind as if trying to make him go faster. And Robert did, squeezing everything he had from his own body. Pulling himself up, he was hastily making progress, until he managed to reach the head of the mech.
However, it took three nervous minutes under the constant threat of being smashed into a paste to get the next window of opportunity. Using the calm moment when both war machines paused their fighting to find a better way to disable the enemy, Rob found a small hatch to the side. Glancing back and seeing the absence of any movement from an enormous figure in the distance, he gripped the handle and turned. Rotating it a few times, he hastily opened a tiny door only to be met with a gun barrel, aimed at his face.
“Robert? What? How?”
Margarette’s surprised voice sent a wave of relief across Rob’s body. Smiling, and looking behind her, he noticed figures of Mason and Jack, who were sitting in controlling chairs, surrounded by multiple complex control instruments.
“Hey, Robert is alive!”
“Great news, honey, but it is not a time for celebration. We’ve got a big problem. Like really big. So, Rob, move your ass inside – we are in critical need of additional hands,” Jack’s response sounded distant as its owner was too focused on the enemy in front of him.
I wasn’t wrong about both of them. Honey, heh.
“I see you guys managed to complete the task. Nice! Unfortunately, I am too big to squeeze in,” evaluating the size of the hole, Robert shook his head.
“You better try as this huge fucker doesn’t want to leave us alone,” Jack finally turned his attention to him, looking too serious for his common daredevil attitude.
“No, no need… But I have a plan,” after a quick thinking, Robert sighed, touching his own belt.
“Is it something like yours crazy doing with dirigible? You saved us there,” it was Mason, who spoke this time.
“And I still don’t understand how did you manage to create wings? It contradicts physics, biology, and whole science!” Margarette immediately turned her professional side, trying to find the truth, but was interrupted by the captain.
“What do you need, Rob? And tell us fast as it started moving!”
“Hug the fucker, so I can get to its head!”
Noticing the approaching figure of a giant, Robert shouted, before forcefully shutting the hatch and cutting off Margarette’s worried voice. Rotating the handle a few times, he was fast enough to finish before the mech under his ally’s control moved. Still, the first step almost threw him off. Only timely conjured steel constructs helped him to stay in the place.
In the next moment, the mech ducked down, avoiding a wild swing of the enemy. Hitting the nearest spider leg of the opponent with a lower limb, put him off balance. That gave it enough time to lunge its enormous body forward, crashing into the enemy. This time the shattering was even stronger, while Robert barely held himself from cosplaying a bird, who was shoved out from the nest in its first flight. However, not stopping on it, the war machine under Jack’s and Mason’s control was already moving further. Hugging the enemy with lower limbs to fix in one position, it simultaneously tried to hit it with two upper arms, aiming for the head.
Obviously, the beastman’s crew wasn’t going to stay idle. Reacting to the threat, it blocked the strikes with their own giant limbs, while trying to push away Kingdom’s machine. It was the second time when the fight was directed into the contest of strength, where both mechs had equal parameters, differing only by the level of damage. That gave enough time for Robert to make the jump. Using the limited space of the shoulder, Rob lunged his body forward before raising it in the air.
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Please, don’t be the repent of my charge onto lizard!
This random thought died out when his body crashed into the metal. Prepared hooks had found gaps in the metal plates before his slide down turned into a fall. However, the end of the climb almost went completely wrong, when the beastman’s mech managed to break out from the forceful grapple. The sudden impulse led to losing his balance. Only the creation of a huge formless steel thing on the palm of his stretched hand, which was chaotically moving in an attempt to prevent the fall by following newly appeared weight, helped to save the situation.
Rolling on the flat shoulder of the metal titan, Robert hastily stood up before charging forward. Luckily, he was fast enough to grab the handle of the hatch, when the mech started another attack. Fighting with the chaotic movements of the large war machine, Rob opened it. A quick glance inside showed a full crew, which were sitting in their positions. Being fixed by safe belts and absorbed by an ongoing confrontation, they completely missed not only his appearance but also the flying grenade, which exploded several seconds later.
The shockwave had burst the air from the hatch. The painful screams and surprised shouts followed next. However, the moment Rob tried to check the situation, he was met with bullets gazing dangerously near his face, in mere centimeters. Dropping back, he paused his action to think over his next actions. He had no weapons, and his explosive was already used. Moreover, Rob’s was too huge to get inside, putting a melee combat out of question. Unfortunately, the densely packed equipment in Mech’s cabin took most of the damage from flying fragments. From that short glance, he noticed one dead and several wounded, but it appeared to be not enough to stop the machine.
What do I do? Any ideas, Rob? Nope… I can try to search for a bigger gap to get inside. Maybe it can work. Nothing else. I can bet on their stupidity to get outside to face me directly. Not a chance.
Robert only managed to stand up, when he felt a pull. It came from inside, gripping his very soul with ethereal claws. Then the familiar whirlwind started to form around him, picturing the surroundings in black. On the contrary with previous experience, it was appearing slowly, as if breaking through the tough resistance in an attempt to form a stable connection with him.
Damaged link! I have time – it can work!
His flashing chaotic thoughts were fast, but his body was even faster. Already in motion, Rob turned around and ran to the front of the enormous head. Swiftly jumping on it and climbing to the center, he literally glued to the metal surface, helping his goal with a conjured steel. These actions didn’t take even five seconds. The vortex around had covered him from tip to toe, turning into a formless dark spot. Trying to tear Robert away from the attached things, it was steadily increasing its pull. On the other hand, Rob resisted with everything he got.
He was feeling as if something was breaking inside, unable to endure the force. Still, he fought with a single goal to make this pull as strong as possible not even dreaming about the victory. Even if Robert lost, he would do it on his terms. And that is exactly what happened. The whirlwind grew so powerful that it tore the metal apart, finally enveloping Rob and sending him to the summoner.
This confrontation lasted not more than a minute but was fully observed by Jack and others. The shocked state from an unnatural event led to a long silence where both Rob’s allies and his enemies were in a stupor. The beastmen, occupied by treating the wounded and controlling the hatch were only meat with consequences of the Godly transportation, eyeing a large hole at the place, where a thick armor was previously. Moreover, it wasn't just a random spot but the direct opening to the center of the controlling room.
“What the fuck was that? Who is Robert? I just don’t understand how it is even possible… Was his joke about being a magician wasn’t a joke at all?” Mason muttered in disbelief.
“I don’t know shit about it. All I can see is a huge gift from him and we better use it properly!”
Jack commanded, sending the mech into motion. The following fight didn’t take long as the injured and shocked crew inside the enemy’s machine failed to put the same level of resistance that they had shown during the whole battle previously. Getting punched by a jackhammer right in the newly created hole, they preferred to escape the cabin instead of getting the fate of meat paste. Crashing the control room into scrap and turning a giant walking weapon into an ordinary statue, Jack ordered a retreat.
“Do you all realize that this thing will completly change the course of the war? We finally can get a chance to win,” Margarette's voice was filled with confidence, despite being quiet. Clearly exhausted, she was still beaming with hope and emotions.
“Yep. And we made it, honey,” Jack nodded with a smile, turning his head to a woman in a neighboring chair.
“At least don’t call me that in public,” she slightly blushed, before continuing, “not only we, but also others – both Olos brothers, Garold, Alice… and Robert. Do we know someone close to him, so we can at least tell what he has done?”
“Everyone heard the major – the guy got someone’s else identity to get into the army. We actually know nothing about his past. The only part about the circus, but seeing his supernatural doings, I am not even sure if it is true,” Jack shook his head with visible regret, “We didn’t have enough time to get to know him better.”
“Or maybe not… While we were waiting for both of you, we played the cards the evening before the operation. He briefly mentioned he had a girlfriend called Beth. A local nurse from his previous place of service. They had a quarrel just before he agreed to join the operation. It might be the reason why he was with us in the first place. Nothing more – he didn’t want to dive into this topic. Rob, overall, looked quite lonely and slightly lost that evening, staring into the stars and playing with a coin, which constantly changed images on the sides. He even joked that it was magic, and now I see it might be not a joke at all,” Mason interfered, slowly getting details out from his memory.
“I can work with that and find her. His deed must be known by someone, and not turn into a few paragraphs of text inside the report, which most likely will be classified and hidden somewhere deep,” decisively proclaimed Margarette, getting an approval nod from the pilot. Jack, on the other hand, grimaced, before carefully asking.
“Honey, can you help me with papers? You see, I am quite allergic to bureaucracy. It is just not mine… Hey, don’t roll your eyes, I sincerely ask for your help as getting a way between trees is much easier than between correct wordings! I always end up describing my commanding officer as an idiot, whose planning was so poor that even his balls can look big, despite being as tiny as rice grains, which is why he is sitting in the rear… Hey! Don’t laugh at me! I am serious! Why do you think I am still only a captain? My promotion was declined twice! So, will you help me? Please!”