The pilots didn't know what good the makeshift moon would do, until the army changed form. Then, they knew the true power of the Haunts. The point-man what weapons weren't damaged at the Haunt that crippled him, but other than that, there wasn't much he could do otherwise. The Haunt would feel something grab hold of it's shoulder and giving him a toss.<br/><br/>"Thank you commander! But you'll have to leave me behind!"<br/><br/>"Doesn't matter, I don't know if we can escape in time." He said, smoke starting to billow from his mech. "Ugh, damn heat! If this keeps up, I'm gonna fry!" Everyone was prepared for combat, but getting an ass-whooping wasn't in the agenda. "They just keep coming! How many are we fighting!?"