Bab 351: Last words

The Mecha Colosseum was incredibly large.

Incredibly, incredibly large.

And my missiles, though the size of two adult and very fit human beings stacked on top of each other, were comparatively minute in comparison.

The hundred or so missiles I fired towards the crowd were so small that the millions of people spread out in all directions probably could barely even see them.

But just like how even big bodybuilders shrink away at the sight of an angrily buzzing wasp, or even scream in helpless horror if it was a particularly poisonous one, it was completely horrifying for the crowd to see the hundreds of brightly combusting rockets propelling what were definitely highly explosive missiles their way.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

"AHHHHHH!!!! RUNN!!!! THE MADMAN IS ATTACKING US!!"

"UWAAAAAAAAA!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY!!!!"