Leaving his helmet in the cockpit, Rance made his way down Keizer's torso, sitting down and sliding off his leg to get to the ground. He turned, giving his machine a quick look. "Well, we tried. Can't say we didn't make it far," He said to the inactive mech. "Try not to be too much of a hassle to the repair guys."<br/><br/>When Alexander got closer, Rance extended his hand for the shake. He couldn't help but let out a laugh at the other pilot's reaction. "Damn right it was! Made all the other fights I was in look like sparring practice. Nice to meet ya, my name's Rance." He was friendly, and while he definitely sounded winded and slightly pained, there was a tone of still-there adrenaline fueled excitement to his voice.<br/><br/>"Guess we should get off the field, huh? The cleanup crew's gonna be coming in, wouldn't wanna get stepped on." Rance turned to an opening door, and as if on cue, a group of people piloting small, blocky, and barely-humanoid machines stepped into the arena. At first, they focused on removing bits of broken metal and lost weapons from the field. Two each carried Keizer's swords back to its preparation chamber.