<strong>Day 31</strong><br/><br/>Montresor circled his MW around a nearby, dome-shaped rock that was just slightly taller than the Terror Grand was and took cover, lifting up what was left of his right arm to assess the damage it had taken. Since everything past the elbow of the arm was missing, he quickly decided that it would no longer be of any use in this battle and sped away again, using the natural sandstone formations of the desert valley he was in to stay hidden until he could get in close.<br/><br/>After thirty seconds of traveling, he started to hear the reverberation of his opponent traveling through the valley nearby. Silently climbing up onto a nearby sandstone spire, he spotted her just a few hundred meters off. The Iron Sanctum wasn't humanoid like most modern mechs; instead, it looking a cylindrical monolith with a domed top, carrying few distinct features on its shell as it advanced at an incredibly slow pace. The machine certainly wasn't made for quick assaults, but it was so well-armed and fortified that very few weapons could actually damage it. This is what kept its pilot, Amanda Pelletier, consistently among the highest-ranking MBF pilots for several years running. Montresor cursed his luck that he was placed against her.<br/><br/>Since the masked pilot's attacks were barely ever able to penetrate the Sanctum's Hull and, even then, the damage done was very little, his only hope was to keep hitting and running and pray that she fell before he did. However, the odds of that working were only a million to one if one was being generous.<br/><br/>Dropping down, Montresor continued to make his way through the sandstone formations until he got in close enough that he could rush out and strike at the Sanctum, coating his claws with plasma and sinking them into the other mech's thick shell. As soon as he leapt from his hiding place, however, hatches in a circle around the Iron Sanctum's middle opened up and plasma cannons extended, all that could opening fire on the Terror Grand. Montresor barely had enough time to get out intact with the time it took to pull his claws back and take cover, leaving holes burned through his armor in a few locations and several more spots being severely weakened.<br/><br/>There wasn't even enough time to escape again this time, though. "Better run now, you cheater." The Sanctum opened a dozen more hatches its missile pods came out, each one launching its own volley after the smaller Mobile Weapon. Montresor had made the crucial mistake of staying too close for too long, and now the other pilot had a lock on him. The blonde man desperately boosted away as the missiles flew after him and bombarded the ground behind him, but eventually they got close enough that they launched him with the force of their impact.<br/><br/>Landing on his back with just one leg remaining, he could do nothing but watch as a second volley of dozens of missiles flew up, arced high into the air, and came scream down toward the Terror's prone form.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Outside of the ring, Montresor's purple-haired friend sat with him as the pilot applied an ice pack to his neck. The second, unnecessary volley of missiles that had utterly demolished his mech had thrown him about a bit and gave him some uncomfortable neck pain, though he was more down on the terrible loss than anything. He would have to be careful not let himself get dominated like that again, if only so he didn't have to hear more harsh words from his "sponsors" like he knew he would tonight.