Ion grinned as the alarms went off. Flicking switches and pressing buttons, the Combat Core coming to life soon after. "Wow, you all sound like a movie!" he comments, after everyone gives their own unique ready call. He laughs, and while it isn't exactly mirthful, it isn't derisive either. "Why not, Pugilist, ready to kill some Imps." The mechs arms raise up, the fists interlocking together, in a motion reminiscent of one cracking their knuckles.
His excitement grows. Today was going to be a good day. All that entertainment in the morning with the crazy collective girl, then killing Imperials in the afternoon, and for the evening, well, he did manage to sneak a photo of Zephyr bent over in that skin tight outfit of his...
His excitement grows. Today was going to be a good day. All that entertainment in the morning with the crazy collective girl, then killing Imperials in the afternoon, and for the evening, well, he did manage to sneak a photo of Zephyr bent over in that skin tight outfit of his...