"Americans are fighting secret war against<em>hell</em>?" Rozaliya said in a hushed voice, before she started to laugh, "is well! I may get to kill Russians after all! Come Sabine, if we hurry we might have time to invade and kill Stalin!" Fumbling with the girl's harness, once she was unstrapped the guerilla swiftly took her up in her arms in a bridal carry<br/><br/>To other people Roza's mecha with might have smelled like something crawled up it and died, but to Roza it just smelled like home. Forest green with camouflage patterns in case somebody needed to miss a giant robot for the trees, and piercing eyes turned ninety degrees from how eyes should be. it had some wicked-looking knives and also a chainsaw knife on a long pole that approximated a crude spear, whoever had outfitted it had clearly decided that the thing a robot needed was more knives. Roza couldn't help but agree.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler</div><div class="spoiler_body">Chain Spear from requisition, then a Planck Pistol in the wing-mount.</div></div>