[b]A Few Cuts Above the Rest:[/b] [i]Golden City; Terra[/i] The man's body shattered under the impact, laying to rest several meters from where he had become embroiled in the melee that was consuming his friends. The low whirr of vibro-knuckles accentuated the grinding gears of the mechs attempting to ensnare their prey; an experiment in folly, apparently. The dimly lit warehouse provided Ginger the perfect opportunity to exert his strength at close range, and the perfect cover to engage the forces beginning to line the warehouse walls. The twin rotating focus beams on his back targeted foes with such dexterity and aggression that it would appear that they managed the trajectories and vectors singlehandedly, yet under controlled, precise bursts they were quickly expending through the tibana gas canisters that served as ammunition. Ginger fist collided with the T-51b Power Armor-bearing mercenary ahead of him, the subtle vibrations of his mailed fists shearing through metal like paper, and smashing bones like sand, yet he was again forced to flee as focused AP Fire converged on his location. As even more gunfire began to sound, he began to realize what a hopeless situation he had let himself into. [spoiler]Open. I just kinda felt like writing this, hardly the most eloquent of posts. You could help me out, or try to claim the hefty price on my head, I'm too bored to arbitrate what you do. [/spoiler]