Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170922000515/@comment-32908780-20170930040149

Max grunted at the swipe towards his head, the blow leaving a large scratch across the side of the helm. He reaced up, hearing the sound of his metal gauntlets scraping against the cut. "That took weeks to bevel, you beast!" Growling, he lowered his fists. From one, a pilot light lit upon the wrist of the suit. For the other, light sparks began to pop from the suit's knuckles. He put them up like a boxer. "Right, its a scrap you want! I'll scrap!"

Charlotte nodded, listening along. "I see. I was never given any material based on war... Max always said a lady like me should stay out of the fight, yes?"