Rivas let out a sigh of relief. Good, one more day a free yet probably<span style="font-style: italic">incredibly </span>wanted man. A day he would probably spend the rest of thinking of ways of escaping from prison. It was then the woman explained that she wanted to talk to some people, and the red haired man's face switched to one of annoyance at the mention of the President. Rivas didn't like him, he was kind of...Rivas thought for the words to use, when it hit him. Completely and utterly fucking terrible. Part of him knew it would be incredibly unwise to say his opinion about Hawk to this military woman, however!<br/><br/>"You mean President completely and utterly fucking terrible? eh sure whatever he probably pays good. Rance isn't good at making good decisions and often just does what i say so i will talk/type to you on his behalf."<br/><br/>That second half was pure bullshit, obviously, but she didn't know that. If Rivas was able to get info from her first, he could send it Rance and tell him to get ready to run when they got the chance if it wasn't something they would want to do. And if it WAS something Rivas wanted to do, he could work out a better deal without Rance being there to annoy the woman and probably end up in hand cuffs anyways. Wouldn't be the first time, and despite his efforts the mechanic was sure it wouldn't be the last. It was at this point Rivas realized he should probably explain his odd text based means of communication, and so he wrote up a quick message on the laptop.<br/><br/>"oh and before you ask i can't talk so i type what i want to say."<br/><br/>He could talk, once! But then he forgot how to. Or something, he wasn't...exactly sure what had happened, but that didn't exactly matter. Knowing the cause could help reverse the effect, but he didn't exactly care enough. This had worked out for him for years, and not like he normally talked with people, that was Rance's job. Besides, typing helped when it came to deciding what to say, so it was more efficient. Chances are, if he could just open his mouth and say things, he would probably just say things that normal people wouldn't understand. Some would call it him being rude and condescending, but Rivas called it being smarter than most.<br/><br/>-----<br/>Reogane crossed it's arms, it's head turning to watch Keizer circle around it. "Heh, showy, aren't ya!?" Alexander asked, grinning as the opposing mecha slid to a halt. "Yeah, good luck to you too! And of course, I'm not going to let any of these people leave disappointed, so LET'S PARTY!" With that, Reogane dashed forward, it's thrusters roaring to life. The blue machine suddenly jumped into the air, the ring on it's back beginning to move. This allowed the thrusters to move the machine in ways normally possible, in this case causing it to turn upside down. Once it was fully upside down in the air, Alexander punched forward, Reogane's left fist flying off, propelled by a rocket. The ring on it's back continue, the machine now upward once again, shooting off it's other fist.<br/><br/>The thrusters then moved into position to shoot him back down quickly, letting him land within seconds, charging forward and sending a jumping kick towards the white machine, the rocket punches coming at it from the sides from different heights.<br/><br/>"AND ALEXANDER IS OFF TO A GOOD START, SENDING A BARRAGE OF ATTACKS AT HIS OPPONENT! CAN RANCE MATCH THIS ASSAULT!?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"He's going either drive forward, or jump off the bike. I either need to be ready to move out out of the way of an attack or jump off the bike...unless he jumps backwards? I'll reconnect Reogane's fist then...throw the bike at him? No, no, it probably has some tricks."</span>Alexander mentally noted every possibility he could think of within the few seconds he had. If you were going to make it far as a fighter, you HAD to be able to think quickly, no questions about it, and Alexander had been able to get a handle of that. At least, when it came to fighting. Anything else, and he was a bit slower.But that didn't matter, right now he was ignoring the crowd, the announcer, and even the speed the fight was already going at, focusing entirely on his opponent and what he could do, remembering to be ready to react to anything he didn't think of.<br/><br/>Of course, every thing he could think of all led to a single conclusion. Kick his ass and be as showy about it as possible!