The Assault Type pilot watched Gundam Kyrios display its might once again and said with extreme unwillingness over the comm channel, "This mecha is practically cheating. Forget its unlimited energy—its shield can block both solid rounds and beams, it has so many Floating Weapons, they recharge quickly, and its fastest lock-on speed is once per second. Four against one, and we still ended up like this. Why were we unlucky enough to run into a mecha like this? Didn't we deal with it easily last time? Why is it so difficult this time?"
Eshe frowned as she watched Gundam Kyrios turn on the mass-produced MS that could barely fight back, since the four of them were no longer pursuing it—or rather, no longer capable of continuing the pursuit. Her tone was resentful, yet strangely pleasant to listen to. "It's the pilot. The pilot we encountered when this mecha was in space before was probably not the same person. It seems this person is the mecha's actual pilot."
Sman, the second member of the group and the man who had cursed earlier, also cut into the comms with a frown. "And this mecha is at least B-class. The firing angles of more than twenty Floating Weapons are impossible to guard against. If they focus fire on one person, none of us can block it. If there were only two of us instead of four, we might have already lost."
Harvey, the fourth member, slammed a hand heavily against the control panel and said bitterly, "That mecha clearly seemed out of strength just now. It defended more than it attacked, but now it's stronger than it was at the beginning, like it took some kind of drug. Our mechas are damaged like this too. How are we supposed to take it down