The Orion...was the exact opposite of agile, having to manual turn each time it wants to fly in a different direction, the single main thruster only meant for speed and power.  However, it had that in<span style="font-style: italic">spades,</span>easily getting out of the way of the Crossbone's shots. In return, Ginga fired back using a small beam pistol, taking aimed shots when he stopped his thrust, only to reactivate it and zoom off. "For all your talk, you can't even get close to me!" Ginga mocked, smirking. At this, the backpack came off again, the Orion holding out it's hands to grab it. "Second verse, same as the first! GALAXY CANNON!" He screamed, a blast of energy shooting forward.<br/><br/>Arata watched the fight intently, looking over each move of each player. Takeshi was being careful, trying to get closer while distracting the Ginga was fire. Ginga, on the other hand, was simply trying to get off a hit. Even one from that canon would rip the Crossbone to shreds, but if that was the case, how many times could it handle firing? It couldn't have been many, and that was why He had destroyed the city. Firing even one when he wasn't sure of where his opponent was could be a fatal mistake. And for that matter, it helped with his agility problems. Can't slam into something if there was nothing to slam in to. A clever plan, all things considered, but...<br/><br/>Suddenly, the stage disappeared, as a robotic voice cried out "BATTLE CANCELED". The two gunplas feel to the table, as Ginga's mouth opened wide. "WHAT THE HELL! I had that! Don't interrupt our fight, you mute bastard!" He complained, pointing at Arata with the MOST annoyed face. "I know you two are friends, but you just can't save his ass like that!" He complained, crossing his arms and hugging.<br/><br/>"I saved<span style="font-style: italic">your</span>ass. That cannon is too slow for an one on one fight, no way you would hit anything...and that cannon can only last five shots, right?"<br/><br/>Ginga was taken aback by the sudden accusation, but his silence was all the answer needed. "Yeah, it's limited. In my defense, its...uhh...." He looked to the sides, placing his head in his hands and muttering to himself. "IN my defense!" He said, suddenly perking up. "It's meant for team battles! Two on two! And you, Mr. Dreamer!" He said, suddenly spinning towards Takeshi, his jacket fluttering dramatically. "Would be a perfect team mate! Even for the small amount of time we battled, you felt it, didn't you? Our radiant emotions, pulsing from within our gunplas? Though their plastic, our burning souls CONNECTED, didn't they!? In that fight, we understood each other, like newtypes!" His eyes were aflame with passion, showing that on SOME level he believed what he was saying.<br/><br/><br/>But, to be honest, and another level he knew he was watching too much mecha anime.