Soul
Justice Gundam's sudden disappearance seemed to stun the steel giant. Its dense, relentless attacks abruptly stalled as it began turning to search for Justice Gundam's vanished form. But a unit arriving from afar, wreathed in golden light, slammed directly into the giant god's arm that had been hovering outside its shield.
"Ah! Hah!" With Basak's movements inside the machine, Violent's swinging fists left dozens of marks on the iron fist in rapid succession, nearly crushing one of its fingers flat. Violent's savage fists even punched through the enormous iron hand, sending fragments of steel scattering with every thrust and withdrawal.
Violent's final punch targeted the left hand that had been loosely clutching something. Despite appearing heavy, it slipped its fist lightly into the opening it had created. With a twist of its wrist, Violent's hand changed from a fist into a claw. As it shoved the object in its grasp into the gap, it also clamped the opening completely shut with its claw. Then Violent spun through the air and delivered a flying kick, sending the iron fist flying far into the distance before flashing away from the giant god again in a streak of golden light.
Having done all this, Basak watched the kicked-away iron fist regain control and finally let out a breath of relief. After exhaling softly, he said, "The thing's been delivered. Holding back my full strength for attacks that look fierce but are actually flimsy really isn't something a berserker like me is good at."
"Good work. But only you had the time and ability to deliver it flexibly to where it needed to go." El-Elf's calm voice rang through Violent's integrated cockpit, making Basak want to tear his hair out. "But you should control your emotions too, especially when you're berserk. I don't