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Gregor felt the damage of the slices raging across the Nagato, and, throwing his opponent back, he blasted backwards, just in time to dodge the massive missile volley the Uthriel had launched. Instead, a large, wicked chunk of metal lodged itself in the Nagato's torso, similar to the Uthriel.
"Idiot!" Gregor cackled mockingly. "You're as pitiful as your brother! Will you beg for mercy, as he did before I annihilated his filthy Zelphune body? He was so pathetic, I removed him from his worthless existence in a few moments!"
Gregor continued to laugh, delighting in the pain and fury he was causing his opponent. However, he had called Gregor the Devil of the Nazcrut...stirring up those memories...
The Nagato was damaged, but he wasn't done yet. He knew he would have to retreat, and was absolutely furious at it. But he would not leave without a parting attack.
He dashed at Cobo, and placed one hand on the Uthriel's head, and then activated the two particle cannons in the Nagato's chest; punching two holes in the Uthriel at point blank range. He then tugged his hand up, planning to rip the mech's head from its body.
Without bothering to turn around to see what devastation he wreaked, Gregor launched into the air. His decision to leave a parting blow had cost the Nagato more damage, and he knew he would have to get it repaired. He cursed the pilot, cursed the world as he had done so many times, and then with a new vehemence cursed the Zelphune for condemning him to this sort of life. These were the thoughts that passed through his head as he watched the battlefield disappear into the distance, his mech giving off a bit of smoke.