A young Federation Mecha warrior had already opened the cockpit of his Mecha before it had fully come to a stop.
He jumped out of his cockpit as if he was escaping for his life, as though there was some kind of monstrous flood within his cockpit.
But in reality, his bravery at this moment deserved the utmost respect.
Twelve Imperial Mechas charged at him at high speed from one direction, and four additional Imperial Mechas broke away from the battle group and stormed in from another direction.
He was their target.
Performing a Mecha Disarmoring in such circumstances was purely a disregard for his own life, but he was undeterred.
Because an old man had said, "Lend me a Mecha, sixteenth generation standard-type is best."
His Mecha just so happened to be a sixteenth generation standard-type.
The old man who was borrowing the Mecha had 'saved' his now expendable life just ten or so minutes ago.