Bang! Bang! Bang!
Boom!
As Sakura and Allen pushed their machines' performance to the absolute limit, the others could not even make out the movements of the two units with the naked eye.
They could only barely see two differently colored streaks of flowing light constantly moving and colliding.
Nearly every exchange left the other MS pilots present feeling incredulous and ashamed.
The gap between them was simply too vast.
The machines' agile reactions and speed made them seem less like two enormous War Machines and more like two living people.
No!
Even living people could not possibly have such fast reactions.
Whether it was the ZAFT Army or the Archangel's side, everyone felt that if either enemy ace pilot's machine charged at them, it would surely bring devastating consequences to their side.
The traditional combat method of using computers, radar, and other detectors to lock onto targets before attacking them would have such a low hit rate against these two machines that commanders would be left dumbfounded.
Some of their sudden stops, accelerations, and ninety-degree turns had clearly exceeded the limits a normal person could endure.
Even Coordinators would probably inevitably fall unconscious after surpassing their bodies' limits.
Yet Allen and Sakura had maintained their critical states at more than thirty times the normal level and continued fighting for over fifteen minutes.
Monsters!
Monsters in every sense of the word!
Even Rau Le Creuset, whose mind was filled with thoughts of destroying the world, was now so stunned that he could not speak.
To him, these two had practically been born to pilot MS units in battle.
As for the captain aboard the Archangel—Mwu La Flaga—she could not help loudly asking the MS and MA combat navigator beside her, "Are Allen's physical readings still normal?"
"R-Report! His body temperature