Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140523050353/@comment-23309369-20140611231056

Morti watched silently, his fingers flexed on his biceps, Zivot copying the nervous motion as he stood just a bit taller. This is makin me damned jumpy....

He looked at the combatants with interest, the C.A.S definetly had more weight than the flying automation it was facing, but the android would need a lot more power than it seemed to possess in order to bring the mech down whereas the C.A.S only really needed to get its hands on the android, that or on its gun. Morti rolled his shoulders, which were getting somewhat stiff, Zivot's arms shifted and flexed as Morti tested out their functions for jams or any other anomalies. Satisfied that there were none he shifted his stance slightly, hopefully this doesn't get messy...