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Gregor's cruel and mocking laughter filled the enemy's mechs. The next second, the infamous Nagato had blasted into the air. It was a heavy mech, yes, but Gregor had not spent his entire career outfitting it with cutting edge technology for nothing; it was absolutely covered with verniers and boosters, allowing it to move at a good speed even with the Nagato's mass and weight.
He was now just in front of the speaker's mech. The heavy arm of the Nagato flew at the mech's head, and its hand enclosed its fingers around its head. He would crush it as easily as he had crushed the last herd of useless, unskilled fools. Depending on the enemy's handling of this situation, Gregor would know whether it was an ace pilot worthy of taking the time to battle--or worthless rabble to be crushed brutally.
As he began to apply pressure to the enemy mech's head, he spoke into their channel.
"Ignat scum," he spat. "Are you as pathetic as the last weasels your amusingly powerless faction decided to send into my waiting arms?"