What the hell do you mean a Dreadnought Mecha was blown up by a wooden stick?
The rebel leader really wanted to curse. He was intently listening to the speech of the Third Lady, trying to find flaws in the air defense system of the First Special District. He hadn't yet figured out anything, when someone rushed in and told him such baffling news.
"Do you even hear what you're saying?"
The Commander-in-Chief sternly questioned his subordinate.
He had to make sure they were discussing war machines intended for the front lines, boasting firepower capable of easily wiping out a troop of hundreds in the Edge World, and not some mascot at a fast-food restaurant.
"I know it sounds unbelievable, but... but... see for yourself!"
