Psycho Zaku No. 8 held an Iron Fist rocket launcher in its right hand and slammed it straight into the blood-red mech's chest, blasting a huge hole through it.
The blown-open section revealed the pilot inside. The violent explosion had severely injured him; covered in blood, he was convulsing and on the verge of death.
The pilot of Psycho Zaku No. 8 glanced at him, then searched for his next target.
As he piloted his Zaku, the pilot of Psycho Zaku No. 8 listened to his favorite music—blues.
Fighting while listening to blues was a pleasure to him.
"Daryl, you're fighting while listening to your favorite blues again." A split-screen video appeared as the pilot of Psycho Zaku No. 7 contacted him.
"It's you, Britt. What do you need?"
"Nothing. The battle's just a little dull. I figured you'd be playing blues, so I contacted you to listen along and lift my spirits."
"Sure. Then listen carefully."
"Daryl, other than blues, don't you like any other kind of music?"
"I don't feel much when I listen to other music. Only blues makes me feel happy. Even in battle, it helps me relax and face things without fear. What about you, Britt? Do you have any music you like?"
"Quite a lot."
"I mean, what kind of music reaches deep into your soul?"
"That... probably psychedelic music."
The pilots of Psycho Zaku No. 7 and No. 8 fought, listened to music, and chatted at the same time. During the battle, the two of them also linked up.
The two Psycho Zakus performed a cross-switching maneuver while firing.
120mm high-explosive machine guns, giant rocket launchers, and more—many units were destroyed by the two Psycho Zakus' special tactics.
"By the way, Daryl, I heard you used to pursue Rebecca, the Ace Pilot of