Rance sped off of his starting position, keeping Keizer's optics glued to Reogane when the blue machine took off into the sky.<span style="font-style: italic">"A flyer, huh? This is gonna be fun,"</span>he thought, tightening his grip on the controls. For now, he refrained from attacking, instead keeping a focus on building up speed. Both of Reogane's fists were launched, necessitating further speed to avoid their strikes. To avoid the first, he twisted the motorcycle's controls hard, doing a spin to get the wheel out of the flight path. For the second, Keizer partially dismounted the motorcycle, holding itself up on the side of the bike to let the fist fly overhead. The impact against the arena floor left heavy cracks on both places where the fists hit, testament to the sheer force that each rocket propelled punch carried to it. By the time he remounted, Reogane's kick was coming in hot.<br/><br/>Reactively, Rance pulled up on the controls, forcing the motorcycle onto its rear wheel. It hit Reogane's foot, and as it was made of a hard material like the rest of both machines, sparked as its motion ground against the enemy mech's own metallic structure. "Nice try!" He shouted, revving the engine threateningly. He twisted a round switch on the handle's inner section, and from the motorcycle's wheels, plasma generators emerged. Each one flared up into a blue flame-like structure, which then hardened into a searing hot semi-solid that resembled a buzzsaw blade. With the blades deployed, he sped up, intending to cut through Reogane's foot. The rear wheel left a streak of destroyed flooring behind it, a semi-shallow line where the blade had cut into the ground.<br/><br/>Within the cockpit, Rance locked the bike controls into an autopilot mode, freeing the mech's arm controls up once more. Another button was pushed to open a pair of weapon racks built into the vehicle, from which a mech-sized pair of sword handles deployed. Keizer grabbed both and flipped them forward, pressing buttons on the back of each bladeless hilt. A telescoping rail extended up the back side of each, then generated plasma blades of their own, creating matching blue single-edged swords. He began to slash at Reogane's less armoured bits, striking with one blade at a time on either side of the currently armless machine.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Keep your guard up, Rance. No way this guy's gonna go down easy,"</span>He thought silently, paying close mind to his radar. He fully expected Reogane's fists to come flying at him at any moment. After seeing how hard they'd struck the arena when he dodged, he didn't want to get hit by those things.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"That's the guy." The soldier didn't skip a beat at Rivas's insult. Opinions of the man outside his territory of America were incredibly low. Even in said territory, there was a lot of dissent in regions not directly benefiting from his regime. "He's been having some...concerns, about foreign forces. Nothing new from the man, but apparently they're important enough to send me after tournament fighters for help. So." She shrugged. Her job wasn't to give her opinion on politicians, so she didn't dwell on it. She was slightly amused at the mechanic's jab at Rance's decision making ability, though it only showed for half a moment before her expression went back to its stern neutrality.<br/><br/>"In that case, there's some paperwork involved. Not really paper, but you'll need to sign some forms I've got on this." From a pouch on the belt that helped keep her jumpsuit secure, she tugged out a tablet-like device with a stylus clipped into a small plastic rack on the top. "It's just some legal matters, showing that you know you're getting into potentially serious situations and are getting paid for it. Read it if you want." She held the device out to Rivas, the text on the screen clear and readable, but held a somewhat odd syntax that one might associate with an old person using the internet. "Handwritten by the president himself," She dryly mumbled. "What an honor."