“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Just about anything I can to keep from dying?!”
“Well try harder!”
The mecha, twice as tall as a human strode across the battlefield, bullets ricocheting from their dense armour, powerful muscular myonmer strands glistening beneath the starburst rounds exploding in the sky bathing the hellscape of the battlefield in an alien light. A squad of white machines wrestled in an intense melee with grotesque beasts the likes of which could drive an unhardened mind to madness.
“I don’t plan on dying today!”
“Well I don’t ever plan on dying.”