As his blade stuck fast and withdrew, trailing sizzling arcs of volcanic blood. Arthur had the same look as the titan in front of him at the time. He was—afraid.
Leaping back with utmost haste, ores and granite fortified the sentinel's arms, immediately bolstered its defenses. The sentinel was not one to backdown in a fight. It drew strength from the earth, temporarily sealing the laceration within its chest with surrounding minerals, covering the radiant core within.
Arthur didn't dawdle and let the sentinel rest. He pressed forward with a flash of steel. Flourishing his blade, the left one sliced open the seams while his right one made them into deeper ravines. Chunks of boulders and debris fell from the titan's arm.
'Those swords. I need to get them out of the way.'
Making up its mind, elements rushed to the sentinel's titanic stumps. Like a bullet leaving its chamber, the enormous sentinel blotted out the sky. The creatures didn't dare watch anymore, they simply scared, they were horrified some even killed themselves seeing what was to come.
Two blades started getting attracted to each other, electrical arcs connected them with a metallic zing. Motes of light started congregating into the base of the sword to its edge, the blade itself rang louder as the gleam of the sword grew stronger in a blinding white radiance. With a swing, over a hundred kilometers of sword luminosity shot through the sky, as if the sun had risen once more in these tragic skies.
Seeing the astronomical energy approaching, the titan called upon the elements within him. Carbon transforms into diamonds, titanium forged within a mere thought and tungsten created a centripetal mass to balance the weight of the impact, a shielded lance charges into the sword light trying to extinguish fire with fire.
The solidified blade luminescence clashed with the impregnable solitaire shield. Alloys within the instrument of men creaked and groaned. The revving core suffered from heat due to severe overclocking. Mages worked non-stop to cool the enormous battery, yet the power generation was too much to bear.
[Caution!]
[Core Overclocking Function Disabled]
[Energy Reserves: 35%]
[Arm Integrity: 63%]
"Fuck! We were so close!"
An old man shot up his seat, running towards the balcony.
With mechanical eyes gleamed with a mystical light, he zoomed past the giants wrought with blood and ice, past the men trying their luck in the lay of the lands.
Unable to see clearly, he concentrated more power on his eyes, what he saw made him shiver.
[Anomaly Detected: Titan - Sentinel Class]
He saw it, and without hesitation he roared through the communications.
"Battle stations!"
A mountainous deformity, the ground shivers at its mere presence.
Formed from lava, ore, and jagged crystal, the titan's face twisted into a mockery of man—a provocation carved in stone.
Hollow eye sockets spawned crystals of crimson obsidian, it detected over hundreds of stimuli from sound and sight to thermal fluctuations.
The over five-kilometer-tall sentinel started ripping off its face, it wanted to sense something.
It wanted to see — fear.
The sound of its cacophonous laughter involuntarily resurfaces unspeakable nightmares.
Rows and rows of stalactitical teeth grinned and grounded.
Arthur sat with urgency on his control panel, a multitude of circuitry meshed his body. Closing his eyes, he remembered the promises he had made.
'Sir, we entrust our lives to you.'
'Until death do us part. For mankind!'
'Grandpa! Go home early and tell me all your story!'
He couldn't help but grip the controls even tighter, the fortress was not just a weapon, it was a town of soldiers with their loved ones.
One of them was his grandson, the last direct family he had.
"Spirit of mankind, please watch over us."
As the last component fits through his mechanical body, the computational assistant beeps through.
[Computational Assistant: ONLINE]
[Personnel Connected: 1001/1001]
[Synchronicity: 87%]
Exhaling deeply, he opened his eyes, his consciousness now one with machine.
Towering over four kilometers, the Roosevelt Fortress was created in the image of a knight.
The megastructure sprinted, tilling the soil asunder.
Enormous twin blades unsheathed with hues of scorch and destruction primed their edges.
Arthur was ready, his arms steady. The fortress dove into the fray.
A colossal fist swung in a brutal arc. Cracks, gouges and trenches enlarged before Arthur's very eyes.
"Men! Brace yourselves!"
With a mass of over a million tons the Roosevelt Fortress was a dancer—quick on its feet, circling the sentinel. It never stood still, darting in and slashing like lightning.
Inertia and g-forces akin to a space shuttle taking off was felt by the men as the fortress fleeted about.
The sentinel was a seasoned fighter, parrying with rivalling agility and dodging with minimal movements.
It had learned multiple martial arts from numerous encounters throughout its life. It countered with a left jab, it spun clockwise, then struck with the right elbow.
Each one probed the other.
Four heavy ballistic cannons fired nonstop, piercing rounds and explosive rounds bombarded the nigh impregnable carapace.
The sentinel of over five kilometers fought with equal, if not more firepower. Radiation beams flickered without pause, disorienting the sensors and causing radiation sickness as an after effect.
Over a couple minutes, hundreds of exchanges were made.
In the far horizon, the Borderwall over three thousand kilometers sent out suppressive fire on the titan, slowing down its movements without affecting Roosevelt fortresses battle efficiency.
Their battle terrain changed from the scarred plains to the boreal forest, to avalanche prone areas of the alps.
Each collision sent massive shockwaves above and below, glaciers cascaded and slid all around.
The fortress steps on a fairly new front sitting exactly on an iron ore vein, the footing mechanism wasn't able to latch.
The fortress lost footing, splitting like a ballerina mid-finale—legs wide, chest exposed.
The sentinel would not miss the opportunity, its feet combusted as flame kept spewing, it gave torque to its heels.
The titan stretched its left foot back. Bluish flames erupted.
It ducked low, spinning left, executing a roundhouse kick towards the head, where he could detect the presences of men.
In a disgraceful state, the panicked posture of the metal fortress vanished, it ducked lower and went in.
A feign.
His blade grew teeth and started rotating. A thousand. Ten Thousand. Over a hundred thousand revolutions a minute.
Out of position, the titan sentinel tried to readjust—too late.
Like an industrial construction cutter, it sliced through the earth. Ores and clay met with forged steel, the metamorphic rocks deformed and collapsed.
As the blade ripped through, the stench of molten steel and scorched earth filled the air.
The thunderous cries of the sentinel brought Arthur back to the front lines three hundred years ago.
Casualties soared up in the tens of thousands every single day. Despite being a man of science, he stepped forward and discarded flesh for a body made entirely of steel.
Arthur's blade stuck fast and withdrew, trailing sizzling arcs of volcanic blood.
He had the same look as the titan in front of him at the time.
He was—afraid.
Leaping back with utmost haste, ores and granite fortified the sentinel's arms, immediately bolstered its defenses.
Not waiting for the sentinel to recover, Arthur pressed forward with a flash of steel.
Flourishing his blade, the left one sliced open the seams while his right one made them into deeper ravines. Chunks of boulders and debris fell from the titan's arm.
'Those blades. I need to get them out of the way.'
Making up its mind, elements rushed to the sentinel's titanic stumps. Like a bullet leaving its chamber, the enormous sentinel blotted out the sky.
Two blades started getting attracted to each other, electrical arcs connected them with a metallic zing.
Motes of light started congregating into the base of the sword to its edge, the blade itself rang louder as the gleam of the sword grew stronger in a blinding white radiance.
'Beat those bad guys really quick grandpa!'
The Photon Blade. A sword that dematerializes anything in its path.
With a swing, over a hundred kilometers of sword luminosity shot through the sky, as if the sun had risen once more in these tragic skies.
Seeing the astronomical energy approaching, the titan called upon the elements within him.
Carbon transforms into diamonds, titanium forged within a mere thought.
A spinning shielded lance charges into the sword light with hurricane like gales.
The solidified blade luminescence clashed with the impregnable solitaire shield.
A deafening screech rumbled in the sky.
Debris poured down over thousands of miles as the superheated plasma started scraping the shield in speed.
"Human!"
Alloys within the instrument of men creaked and groaned.
The revving core suffered from multiple deficiencies due to severe overclocking.
Repair magicians worked non-stop to channel the power and reroute the heat of the enormous battery, yet the power generation was too much to bear.
[CAUTION!]
[Core Overclocking Function Disabled]
[Energy Reserves: 29%]
[Arm Integrity: 61%]
"Override the system. I don't care if we fry out the machine."
