Or… Maybe not.
Not after a thunderous tremor rippled through the deep.
No one really heard the thunder. Instead, there was a dull, crushing vibration that rolled across the ocean floor, shaking sand and silt into a swirling dance before everything snapped into chaos.
"Hey! What the—?! I thought you said that was the weakest you had?!" One adjutant's surprised voice came through the comms
Bubbles burst across his screen as another shockwave hit, rocking his mecha so hard he almost bit his tongue. And yet he was still out there wrapping his arms protectively around the likely culprit whose expression didn't match the soft body's jerking movement.
It was suddenly chaotic.
But the same shining mop would like to remind everyone that, to be fair, this wasn't entirely his fault.
See, before all this, the blonde had been personally assigned what was arguably the fourth most satisfying job of his life: blowing things up.
Legally.
With full authorization.
