Every shell pierced straight through the Strike Dagger's armor, every beam bored through enemy machines, leaving behind billowing smoke and blazing explosions.
It was a style of fighting that used oneself as bait to provide tactical support across the entire battlefield, a strategy that nearly abandoned self-preservation.
"That guy..." Michel stared fixedly at the crimson figure on the battlefield, his eyes filled with indescribable complexity and shock.
Those eyes, which usually focused only on ZAFT's glory, now churned with unprecedented confusion and incomprehension.
Every move Xia Ya made seemed so cold and calculated, so merciless, yet—so protective.
At the very instant Blaze Gundam completed another round of support and withdrew from the heart of the battlefield again, Orga's frenzied nerves were completely enraged by Blaze Gundam's fluid tactical maneuvers and his almost humiliating "walking the dog" tactics!
Its blue-green body tightly pursued the Blaze Gundam as it leaped backward, like an enraged, bloodthirsty venomous python sworn to devour it whole!
Calamity Gundam's signature chest-mounted Scylla cannon, along with the two enormous Cannons on its shoulders, their muzzles glowing with an ominous light, lit up in the air without restraint!
All three barrels erupted with dazzling, lethal light at the same instant, chasing straight after Xia Ya! To Michel, the sight was like the flames of hell, with Blaze Gundam trapped in their midst.
"To be like that—" Michel's gaze locked once more onto Blaze Gundam's perilous yet constantly counterattacking form, and a low, questioning murmur escaped his throat.
He could not understand why, despite such a vast disparity in strength, Blaze Gundam could still evade and counterattack with such ease. Why did it possess such astonishing vitality? Why, even when it could barely protect itself, did it continue to support and cover those supposedly "irrelevant" M1 Units?
At first glance,