A heart-wrenching pain attacked him instantly.
Fatty, who was never strong, began to cry abruptly. Tears burst out uncontrollably.
"You're just a bastard!!!" Fatty's angry roar echoed across the plains. The tattered mecha stomped the ground fiercely, its auxiliary thruster activated simultaneously like a mad leopard, unleashing all its power and darting off the small hill!
Here it comes! Reinhardt, eyes red, charged forward, both fists outstretched. That word "bastard" tore open the most secret scar in his heart!
The two mechas sped toward each other, moving faster than human visual nerves could react. What one could see were just two black shadows flashing by in the air, until the sudden loud clash of metal sounded, and the dust on the ground appeared out of thin air, drawing two straight paths like waves cut by a high-speed motorboat, chasing after the mecha and swirling around.
