...He landed on the ground—fist first.
Boom.
The earth dug open and he stretched within, searching for the core.
Unfortunately, a lot of vines shot from underneath the ground to encompass him.
A realization hit Soren.
A trick.
He tried to pull back, but the vines were already holding the mechanical arm.
Squeezing it.
Gummmummm...
The metal caved under the struggling weight.
The Mecha's sensors were screaming at him, projecting battle maps and thermal signatures across his vision, but for all its analytical genius, the machine felt helpless.
This was bad. Soren had barely done anything with the Soul Mecha and it was already getting crushed.
He looked around, searching for a way out, but could not find one.
Did this mean that he would have to give up on the arm?
If only he could find a weapon of sorts.
However, no matter how hard he searched, he could not find.
This Soul Mecha did not use a giant Shield like the Lance, or have long claws like the Lady Quiet.
