No Impulse Allowed

"Come over here!"

"You bastard, your grandpa isn't afraid of you!"

At the mecha position in Pingyao Underground City, an orange-red Mystic Machine covered in mottled scratches raised an Essence Energy Rifle and fired furiously at the Feathered Beast darting rapidly from side to side in the sky.

"Old Zhang, calm down."

A large hand reached over and pressed down on the Essence Energy Rifle, lowering the muzzle. Only then did the rifle stop roaring.

Song Bao sighed softly from inside the cockpit.

As expected, Old Zhang's voice came through the communications channel.

"Captain Song, how can you ask me to calm down?"

"A Yuan is dead. He died right in front of me."

"Our brother is dead!"

"And this damn thing is still toying with us. Even if I have to die, I, Zhang, will fight it to the end!"

Song Bao said heavily, "A Yuan is dead. Do you think I don't know that?"

"But what use is acting like this?"

"Other than venting your rage, look at your own shots. Have any of them hit that beast?"

"No. You can't hit it even once."

"If it were that easy to deal with, we wouldn't be trapped here, and A Yuan wouldn't have died."

"If you want to risk your life, I won't stop you, but will it accomplish anything?"

"Even if you give your life, that beast won't suffer the slightest injury."

"It's too fast. Even if you and I risked our lives, we couldn't touch a single hair on it."

Old Zhang shouted, "Then what are we supposed to do? Just stand here and stare while we wait for it to toy with us enough, then pierce us with its venomous spines like it did A Yuan, turning us into piles of bones?"

"Of course not."