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Energy Reserve: 0.0/10.1
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Grey looked at his status screen out of the corner of his eye. He saw exactly what he expected to see. That small spark seemed insignificant, but it had wiped out what he had left.
The iron jaw had probably already crumbled to pieces.
Wait. That wasn't true. If it had, it should read "N/A" again, not show him "0.0". The fact the "10.1" was there should mean that the mech was still intact.
Grey didn't even know why he was wasting time with such useless thoughts. Esmeralda had already appeared before him. With a wave of her hand, he was pulled up from the ground by a mysterious force. His neck was squeezed in her palm, the writhing veins beneath her scars looking almost like violet flood dragons beneath the dim lights.
Every fiber of Grey wanted to spit in her face, but he couldn't control any of the muscles in his neck at all right now.
'Fuck. Why do I need my neck to spit, fuck you.'
