He didn't aim for Grayson's current position. That would be stupid—the man would have already moved by the time the projectiles reached him.
Instead, he targeted where his instincts screamed Grayson would be. He factored in boost trajectory, evasion patterns, and the psychological tendency to circle left.
Three projectiles screamed upward through the sand cloud, trailing smoke.
Grayson dodged every single one of them.
His mecha twisted in midair, the missiles passing close enough to scrape paint but never connecting.
Of course, Grayson dodged them.
But dodging wasn't the point.
While the sand still hung in the air, Neville's mecha was already moving.
He scooped ocean water. Even though this place was simulated, it was still functionally real within the game's physics.
He hurled it at Grayson's descending form. Not at the cockpit or the weapons.
But on the left arm with an open wound. He aimed it at the scorch mark, at the exposed wiring beneath damaged plating.
