Fighting was fighting.
Talking while fighting was incredibly stupid.
Gavial had always lived by that principle. The only problem was, she'd never fought for this long before, nor had she ever faced such a troublesome opponent.
A mech, huh.
So this was the power of technology?
Pretty... strong.
Gavial threw a punch, and it collided with the Heavenly Mandate mech's sword. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed the mech's left arm and kicked the joint connecting it to the hilt. With a crack, the blade in its left hand snapped off.
"As expected of Gavial."
Hoshino commented from below the arena. It wasn't that she lacked the strength to do the same; the problem was that she didn't know how to fight with this kind of close-range, brute-force style. At the very least, she wouldn't do it barehanded.
Her valor earned her a thunderous cheer.
"Gavial!"
"Gavial!"
"Ga—vi—al!"
Victory was already all but assured, so there was no need to worry anymore. Hoshino turned her attention to Ceobe.
The battle over there seemed even more evenly matched.
And... even stranger.
Weapons littered the ground, each with a bizarre effect—burning, freezing, or weighing down its target. A spear had been drawn and used like a judge's gavel to pin the mech to the ground. One lay on either side, both unable to move, while Ceobe herself was perched on top of the Heavenly Mandate mech. Then she opened her mouth wide.
"Rawr! ┗|｀O′|┛"
And bit down.
Her teeth didn't seem to match up to the alloy, and the two were locked in a stalemate. It was strange, but victory still seemed all but certain.
After all, it was only a mere demigod mech.
The pinnacle of Heavenly Mandate's mechs should be the Divine Machine: Heimdall, nicknamed Fatty Sea, the [War Horn] of