In hindsight, maybe Arthur shouldn’t have abandoned his vantage point so quickly. What was done was done, though. There was no point going back now. At least he had a plan.Whether it worked or not, he was about to find out.Two AP shells slid into his cannons. He adjusted his aim and fired, scowling inwardly as the Guardian simply raised its massive, burning greatsword and blocked the shots. The impact forced it to slow down for a moment, though, giving him a couple more seconds to prepare for the inevitable clash.His cannons reloaded again, this time filling up with AP and HE shells each. With another phantom hand, he reached for a lone item from his Armory. He didn’t activate it, though. For his plan to work, the timing had to be almost perfect.Almost there, Arthur thought, as the distance between him and the Guardian shrank with each second. He put his vessel into the highest gear and pressed the gas as hard as he could. His engine roared, as did the machine gun that once more came alive.Three…Two…One…About half a kilometer away from the main battlefield, Arthur and the Guardian collided.Mid-charge, the beast swung its greatsword down, aiming to cleave his vessel in two. And given the size and apparent sharpness of the blade, maybe that would have worked too—if not for what happened next.In a brief flash of golden light, countless of tiny, half-transparent hexagonal plates washed all over Arthur’s hull. A heartbeat later, the massive (...)