"An Engel is never late..."<br/><br/>Max stands in the canyon, blocking the advancing mechs with a broad grin. And this grin is<em>quite</em>visible to any who may be watching, because his cockpit is open and he's standing on the very edge, his remaining guns tucked away in their respective holsters and arms held out to the sides. "Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."<br/><br/>He waits with arms crossed for the approaching mechs, not having even considered the  high probability of them having something powerful enough to get through his recharged shields in one shot. Once within range, if they're not blasting away at him, he speaks. "How you guys doin'? Y'know who I am? 'Nah, doubt it. Dere's tons o' guys with mechs like mine. Come on out an' talk fer a bit. I promise I won't kill ya both 'till we're done. Name's Maximilian Engel. You are?"<br/><br/>The maniac's grin fades to a thin smirk and, though prepared to jump back inside the cockpit at the first sign of hostility, he seems as much at ease leaning over a lethal drop and addressing two heavies as he did earlier in the briefing room. More so, even.