While Keizer battled Reogane, Rance battled his still-active comms system for the moments in their deadlock. His hands were firmly on the mech's controls, trying to push the chainswords down further into Reogane's energy-infused limbs, but Rance himself was shouting at the hologram dancing around his HUD in very angry-sounding Japanese. What could be translated as "OH MY GOD FUCK OFF" finally got the image to disappear, and he made a mental note to shut that feature off next time he was going into a battle. But there was little time to consider that, as the impact of his bike caused Reogane to crash forward into him, and that pulled him back into it.<br/><br/>When the comms system kicked in after some moments of Reogane doing nothing, Rance was a little confused. Bullshit as it may have sounded, there was proof enough when the second voice came through the comms to give him a compliment. For a moment, he thought it might have been a custom messaging system like he had. "Yo, you've got the vocaloid messager program too? Which one's that, it doesn't sound familiar. Is it like, a custom or-...Oh shit she's real isn't she." Indeed, Alexander's own cute girl voice couldn't have been a messenger, given it had very specifically complimented his machine. "Yo, thanks! But yeah, no problem, man. Get that sorted out." Keizer's chainswords stopped revving, and Rance pulled the mecha back, raising one sword to rest over the machine's shoulder while the other was held at the side. He listened to the argument, frowning at Alexander's moment of realization.<br/><br/>"Shit, man, a civvie in the arena is real bad. Get her outta here so we can finish this up!" Rance made a motion with Keizer's arm towards an arena exit, emphasizing his the importance of removing whoever the rogue chick in Reogane's cockpit was.<br/>Arena fights with mechs was incredibly dangerous stuff, and if someone who wasn't a pilot died in there, there was no way in hell they'd get off easy for that. Even if it<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>her fault for sneaking aboard the machine, pilots were held under high scrutiny in regards to safety standards.<br/><br/>While he was willing to wait it out, Reogane's sudden sucker punch hit Keizer straight in the face, the force of which knocked the machine back a fair distance and caused it to fall over. Rance let out an incredibly annoyed growl through the comms, and as the opposing machine once more got into its battle stance, Rance pulled his own to its feet. "Okay, soon as this is over with,<span style="font-style: italic">I'm</span>gonna kick her ass. Nobody pulls a bitch move like that on Keizer and gets away with it!" His swords revved back to life, and his motorcycle remotely made its way back towards Keizer, who deftly mounted it as it got close enough.<br/><br/>As the explosion rocked the arena, Rance looked in the direction of it, frowning hard. If that boom was as big as it felt, then he worried for those who were in the city. "Yeah, you're damn right, we've got a fight to finish," He looked back toward Reogane, revving up his swords in anticipation. "But there's a hell of a lot going on out there to take care of too. So, what do ya say, how about we take this outside?"<br/><br/>In the meantime, he decided to clear up the message he'd received, allowing it to finally play so he could see what exactly was important enough to bother him mid-battle with. As the text was displayed, he raised his eyebrows at it. "Aliens?" He thought aloud, looking once more towards the place the explosion had come from. "The fuck?"<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>After the handshake ended and she returned her hand to her pocket, Emily watched as Rivas worked on the laptop, intrigued at what he was doing. It was an interesting system he had going, vaguely similar to her military mech's onboard radar system, albeit with a different sort of color coding. What exactly all of the dots meant was unclear to her, as Rivas was not exactly a talkative sort with his explanations, but his question to her was immediately worrying. Before answering him, she raised her hand to her ear as if preparing to speak through an earpiece, but the explosion interrupted her.<br/><br/>"Shit," She cursed, looking back to Rivas's screen. "Get to your machine and try to call your friend out of there." The situation had escalated exponentially in a very short amount of time. Swiftly parting ways with Rivas, she once again reached for her earpiece as she ran off, activating the communications with the person she'd been partnered with on this little excursion. "Looks like our foreign forces got here quicker than Hawk anticipated. Get ready." Emily switched channels, sending out another message as she made her way out. "Legran, I need you over here asap!"<br/><br/>Outside of the arena's limits, a mass that had been covered in a tarp-like covering suddenly began to move. The tethers connecting the tarp to the sandy ground all withdrew at once, and the covering itself was pulled into the top of the machine it was covering, being pulled and folded away within the robot's back into a hold beneath a turret-like construction.<br/><br/>The machine, Legran, then rose from the sands onto all four of its quadrupedal feet. Legran was highly atypical for a military mech, and indeed a mech in general. Its body resembled that of a four-legged mammal, and in particular was evocative of a big cat such as a lion or tiger.  It was quite large considering its shape, probably chest-high to an average machine, but nearly twice as long. The paint job of the outer armor shelling was military typical, its current camoflage outfitting being that of desert camo patterning on somewhat blocky armor around the torso and upper legs above grey internals. The head itself was also evocative of a lion, albeit a highly mechanical one. It had a 'mane' of armor plates, a moving jaw lined with large, slightly blocky teeth, and a visor-like construction on the upper half of the head where optics were visible beneath the covering. On Legran's back, a large multi-cannon was mounted, armed heavily with a multitude of guns that varied in range.<br/><br/>Now active, the machine began to run forward, its large claws leaving tracks in the ground. It covered ground with extreme haste, moving at surprisingly high speeds for a machine that was so massive. It only slowed once it drew closer to the hangar area, coming to a stop near the exit that Emily was approaching. Once she left the building, Legran 'bowed' to lower its head to the ground, a human-sized hatch atop it opening up as the woman deftly climbed up the machine's head. Without skipping a beat, Emily turned and swooped down into the hatch, landing in a seat with some controls on its armrests. She buckled herself in and took hold of the controls, sliding the seat backwards into its proper position in the cockpit that was mounted just behind the neck. More controls shifted into view, and the wall that she'd slid backwards into closed itself and activated a screen that showed her a full view of the machine's range of vision. As a final touch, a piloting helmet resembling that of a fighter jet pilot's was lowered onto her head, both for protection and extra HUD information displays.