Meanwhile, she shot up into the sky—her thrusters spewed two blazing streams of fluorescent green flame, illuminating the entire beach as brightly as day.
The sea breeze became turbulent with her ascent, and grains of sand swirled beneath her.
Then, vast swathes of brownish-yellow blobs fell from the sky—dense, merciless, and all-encompassing, like torrential rain pouring from torn storm clouds.
Patter, patter, patter, patter—
This was a natural disaster.
Yan Huan tilted his head back and watched helplessly as the silver-white mech hung high in the darkening sky like a war god from myth, wielding storms and punishment.
Her arms were spread wide, the thruster flames behind her as dazzling as phoenix tail feathers, casting the entire beach in a dreamlike glow.
...If one ignored the brownish-yellow airdrops raining down everywhere, dense as a barrage of needle-shaped pear blossoms.
"Which Path's ultimate is this?! Who's on the competition stage?!" he roared himself hoarse, his voice sounding utterly insignificant amid the dense patter patter patter of impacts.
He dodged left and right in a panic, while the sand beneath his feet was pocked with countless shallow craters.
No one answered him.
Sampo was scurrying about with his head in his hands, his blue hair streaming in the night wind, the blob of medal atop his head bouncing up and down with every stride.
As he ran, he let out pig-slaughtering shrieks:
"Ma'am! Ma'am, I was wrong!! I've got elders to support, children to feed, and eighty creditors waiting for me to pay them back! You can't do this to me, ma'am!!"
He tried to hide beneath an ornamental palm tree, but the instant he crouched down, three blobs in rapid succession struck the crown with perfect accuracy.
Brownish-yellow liquid dripped from the leaves, giving him a fragrant bath that soaked him