Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-28185759-20161002072451/@comment-24416658-20161003050302

Rowtag, as Governor of the Pilgrims, had piloted, controlled, and combated many different mechs and suits over his lifetime. Each one had similarities to the other. Big, flashy, deadly, and a lot of guns. They were weapons of war, after all, and war tends to use bigger and bigger armaments. But that's for another day. Right now, he had to focus on not getting shot.

Sliding to the side, narrowly avoiding the bullets, Rowtag was glad that he had not fired the first shot. Continuing to run forward, now in an arching pattern, he went directly towards the mech with no sign of stopping.

"Take notes, children!" he called out, as he slid sideways past Orran, slashing at his legs with the fire and lightning tomahawks.