"Don't be nervous, Wong. You've probably never watched Japanese tokusatsu shows, right?" Gwenpool leaned over the roadside guardrail, cupping her cheeks in her little hands. "This is all part of the formula. The protagonist's robot definitely has some kind of Finishing Move."
"Then why not use the Finishing Move for a sneak attack when it first appeared?"
Little Wong shook his head. The sounds of those monsters ganging up on the robot in the distance were like thunder. Takuya's screams could be heard over the broadcast, and whenever the machine shook, it seemed as though the pilot inside the cockpit was taking the blow as well.
In Wong's view, when facing many enemies alone, the smart thing to do was strike hard from the shadows and take out a few opponents first. Jumping straight into a fight against a whole group of enemies seemed a little stupid.
That question really stumped Gwen. She rubbed her face with both hands like a kitten, unsure how to explain it, because Wong's tactics were clearly more advantageous.
"Because that's chivalry." Su Ming chimed in, pointing at the motorcycle parked on the bridge. "Someone who rides a motorcycle is like someone who rides a horse—they're both knights. True knights disdain attacking people from behind. They always have to fight a fair and honorable duel."
"But the enemies are a group beating up one guy. There's nothing honorable about that." Little Wong spotted another key point.
". . . This is Pilot Yamashiro challenging the limits of how much punishment he can take! You have to understand, most pilots in the super robot genre are hot-blooded men. Don't ask about logic or tactics. Being hot-blooded is all that matters."
Deathstroke was nearly out of excuses, but fortunately, he had seen it all. He immediately dragged