"Having a sword wasn't enough to stop that..." You call to mind some of the things Fatima has called you in the past, "...that inbred son of a camel and a sow from getting his teeth punched out. His own allies betrayed him, so he somehow got out of their custody and into a mech."
She sighs heavily, "Thank Allah it wasn't his Khanda Custom, he took a regular Khanda transformable ground-assault vehicle and stuffed it full of all the SOUL technology Fairchild was giving him. He bragged about it quite a bit before...you know..." Her arms tighten around you, engulfing you in a pillowy prison.
"Mrrrrph mrrrh." You reply eloquently, expressing your acknowledgment of her words. She blushes and relaxes her arms slightly. You gulp in some air and repeat yourself, "I know, but if it was some kind of big...stick-insect...praying mantis...thing that turns into a pillbug thing, that's what he was riding."
"Roarke Starwind, do NOT tell me you fought his gaudy, overdesigned toy with your Black Ogre!" She tsks, and ruffles your hair furiously, "At least you had support, probably a dozen or so of your fleet mecha? You must have infiltrated the wedding somehow, maybe in one of the freight haulers?"
You glance to one side, "Well...sort of..."
"Sort of?" She tugs on your ear.
"I sort of landed the Tarrasque on the wedding. With the Kaiser riding on the Tarrasque." You mumble, "After I had you back, he somehow got to his mech and followed us, so I just...you know...went back to face him alone?" You're a brave, brave man, but Fatima's expression right now is scarier than when she's openly angry.
"So you fought him by yourself. Him in his personalized mech, you in your refurbished War-Era machine." She nods slowly, as if absorbing the information.
"I'm a much better pilot than he was." You retort defensively, "And refurbished doesn't mean the same as heavily upgraded. Most importantly, he had it coming. I took a vow, remember?" You grin up at her.
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