The Undying Mecha Emperor

As I had hoped, the black mecha charged after me and fell neatly into our trap.

"Now!" I shouted as soon as he entered into my kill zone, a space in the middle of all four of us.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

Roland, Barrick and Tes quickly unleashed disabling attacks on their enemies and whirled to gang bang the black mecha from three different directions!

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Miraculously, the black mecha was able to somehow block all three attacks in an impressive display of skill!

"Hot damn! This mecha leader might have the skills to actually fight against Sherry Lin!" I thought to myself.

But I wasn't a spectator in the fight against the grizzly.

Having blocked three ferocious attacks unleashed by my teammates, the black mecha was completely out of position to block mine.

CRASH!!

The rapidly spinning drill on my left arm penetrated into his belly and immediately "killed" him!

"You shouldn't have given up your command just to fight and die in a trap like this. Your men are doomed." I said sinisterly to him and lifted his "lifeless" mecha up using all three of my mecha arms.

Yes, all three.

That damn practice mecha was heavy!

"The enemy leader is dead! Kill them all!!" I roared as loudly as I could.

Instantly all of my men responded by roaring out their maddened battlecries!

"Kill them all!! Kill those f*****s!!!"

"Kill those weaklings!! Open their cockpits and kill the pilots!"

"Take the pilots out and stomp on them! Crush them to pieces!"

"No mercy! Kill! Kill them all!!"

In the heat of battle, it wasn't all that embarrassing for kids to listen to our ferocious and bloodthirsty battlecries and feel a deep sense of fear and panic overwhelming them.

Open the cockpits and kill the pilots?

Damn it I had no idea who started that battlecry, but it spread real quick and it worked even quicker.

All remaining nine hundred mechas wanted nothing to do with us, and as one, they surged out of the massive aircraft wreckage screaming in fear!

It was a damn, damn impressive sight.

One hundred frankensteins putting a nine hundred practice mechas to flight!

And not just flight, but with bone chilling, hysterical screaming from each and every one of them!

The entire battlefield instantly turned around to look at the spectacle.

And of course, the Eternal General would not let such an awesome opportunity and momentum slip past her fingers so easily.

Pointing at two huge wreckages around the area, she immediately ordered the Wang girls to move out.

"Get to those wreckages and check if there are enemy mechas hiding within them. Take them out if there are, and then charge ahead down those routes towards the end. Do not stop for any reason." She instructed them.

"Acknowledged. Move out team." Eliana Wang nodded.

"Let's go." Elise Wang said.

The two thousand frankenstein mechas moved out in two different directions and made a huge ruckus, contributing to the chaos that was gradually descending upon the area.

If you had not been in a battle situation where the outcome was completely unknown and the situation was shifting dramatically against you, you would not be able to understand the sheer panic and fear that must be coursing through the veins of our ambushers that day.

Plus, the fact that nearly a thousand of their team mates were screaming as though they had seen a horror movie come to life made their panic that much worser.

Their morale were at the edge of a cliff, and if nothing happened, they would probably rout even before the main action went down.

However, the second years had aces among them as well. Like a timely slam dunk to reverse the momentum of a basketball game, a spectacular move by their aces would still be able to rapidly turn the situation around for them.

Crunch times such as the moment we were in then were like crucibles in which heroes were formed.

And one such hero arose from the second graders that day.

Zac Long.

He was a little boy of very, very few words. But his actions and his battle prowess that day needed no explanation nor verbal accompaniment.

Without him, we could have ended the battle right there and then with the nine hundred hysterically screaming kids making an already heavily oppresive atmosphere a million times worser for them.

Alas!

Zac Long prevented all of that.

He led his squad of five hundred mechas and charged out of their hiding place a couple hundred meters away!

They quickly positioned themselves to meet their escaping team mates head on, and to let them see that reinforcements were enroute.

His tactic worked like a charm.

When the nine hundred escaping mechas finally noticed their reinforcements, a semblance of rationality returned and they all slowly came to a halt.

Behind them, my buddies and I tore into their ranks with unparalleled ferocity, very quickly taking tens of them out.

However, we had lost the element of shock and awe. Or as I would have called it, shock and scream.

The remaining eight hundred mechas turned around and quickly joined up with Zac Long's five hundred.

As the highest ranked officer there, all thousand four hundred mechas had to obey his instructions.

And his only instruction was given in a loud and undeniably clear voice which reverberated through all of our ears and our hearts.

"Fight to the death!" He roared without hesitation.

My heart sank. 1400 mechas fighting to the death would be a very, very tough nut to crack!!

Of course a single instruction from an unknown and unbattle tested kiddo probably won't make 1400 other kiddos fight to the last man.

They would probably still break and run after receiving around 50 to 60 percent of their number depending on how quickly that could happen.

But it was something that my tiny band of mechas were unable to do at that moment.

There was no way each one of us could take out seven mechas each on average and still remain alive!

In fact, as things were, we would already be considered as beyond skilled if we could even take one enemy out each before succumbing to our deaths!