"Who the hell is that guy?" mumbled the chief of the MechSuit corps. "What is he doing here?"
The line of black MechSuit continued down their track and regained the rank of the army. Their importance in the current battle was, as such, that they couldn't leave the main line of defense for more than dozens of seconds.
Although the other MechSuits were donned with melee weapons. The proficiency of the pilot was too low as the number of soldiers had to be raised at the last minute. Using rifles or other long-distance guns was safer for them, and mistakes wouldn't be as punished.
Fell judged the scene from afar and couldn't help but thank luck that he noticed the beasts running toward the north. Although the north wall seems to be holding up quite well, it was obvious that they were tired, and more pressure would have broken their composure with ease.