The storm rolled in—not from the sky, but from the earth beneath Dorothy's feet.
With a deafening crack, Roxanne launched forward, her Lightning Blade sweeping a wide arc across the battlefield.
Bang!
The nearest A-Rank mech didn't even have time to react. It was split in half, the top portion exploding in a cascade of blue sparks.
"Damn! She's fast, too fast!" one pilot screamed.
"Scatter formation! Engage at range!"
But it was too late.
Dorothy spun mid-air like a comet of fury, slamming her lightning-charged knee into another unit's chestplate, sending it flying into the cliffs with a thunderous crash. Rocks crumbled. Metal warped. Sparks danced wildly through the night air.
"Lightning Step!" Roxanne shouted.
Dorothy shimmered, vanishing in a blink and reappearing behind two A-Rank mechs.
They noticed but reacted too slow.
"Lightning Spiral!"
