<span style="font-weight: bold">"That's our go to get some Warpieces. Come!"</span><br/><br/>Cross snarled at him, moving immediately; Max sprang into motion, following in her wake as she leapt down towards the lower deck. He stopped and watched as a trio of Warpieces moved onto the stairs ahead of them, then finally once the steps were clear he followed behind the woman as she made her way towards the Warpieces. She selected a Bombardier and a Punisher, one designed to attack from the ship and the other intended to play a role in close quarters combat.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I hope you remember your training."</span><br/><br/>As Cross made the statement, Max watched as the duo of Warpieces climbed the nearby steps. He examined the selection, and his roving eyes stopped abruptly, having found what he was looking for.<br/><br/>Shields. Shield Warpieces could provide valuable cover in any environment, with mana-powered barriers that could deflect ordinary rounds while absorbing mana from incoming attacks. They also allowed for friendly fire to pass through from the rear of them, making them a valuable asset for most engagements. They could also wthstand a great deal of firepower when not deployed, making them one of the most durable types of Warpieces available. Max picked two Shields and, after he gestured for them to move along, they followed behind the two that Cross had selected.<br/><br/>He hadn't expected to see action so soon, but he was ready. At least, he hoped so.