Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24901923-20150907013943/@comment-7489529-20151203050130

As the three mobile suits float out of the Hangar, they are greeted with a stunning sight. Before them was a single mobile suit. No nearby reinforcements could be seen. The mobile suit struck a regal posture, with dignified horns jutting out of it's head. The comms channel blared once again.

"I AM KNOWN AS SAMSON. I HAVE BEEN SENT HERE TO DEFEAT YOU."

In the mobile suit's hand was a large, long sword, its' hild connected to the forearm by wires and cords.

"THIS WEAPON IS KNOWN AS ONE OF THE DAWNSTEEL BLADES. THEY ARE BESTOWED UPON A WARRIOR WHO WILL EITHER WIN GREAT HONOR..."

The mobile suit shifted stances, the blade held backhanded.

"OR DIE WITH IT."

The zweihander-shaped weapon's edges glowed orange. Halvard stood at the ready. Normally, when he was squaring off against an opponent, he could get a read on them based on stance alone. Even when fighting the Ace back during the SMC battle, he could tell a thing or two about his enemy. But this guy... A blank slate. Havlard couldn't get any kind of feel from him. Suddenly, with an almost completely untelegraphed movement, the Mobile Suit burst into action, dashing forward at Halvard. It was all he could do to deflect the mighty blade with his Railsplitters. This opponent was defying all his combat experience. He hoped the backup he'd get from both Arc and the new girl would be enough.