Most of the other armors in the formation had chosen to touch down on the pavement.  Not the single Brushfire, or Kazidi in the Nazzadi language.  Anyone who was someone who was a pilot knew that the Kazidi was a flyer, no ifs about it.  It flew over two hundred miles per hour, top speed, whereas it could only run at around thirty.  And given the war, Brushfire pilots inevitably chose to fly because more speed meant more life in a Nazzadi mech.  It hovered not far off the ground, so from a distance it may have appeared to have settled down, but it was still in the air.  Technically.<br/><br/>Then came the orders over the radio.  "Copy that, Command."  Edward Grey, the Thunder God, immediately flew up and away, soaring over the battlefield at slightly less than 30 yards per second.  Above the field, he could look down on the targets below.  There.  Perfect.  Flying by a target, he aimed his Brushfire's onboard laser cannon at the patrolling armor, and fired it when it was moving on a straightaway, leaving no room for last-minute dodge.<br/><br/>"Scratch one dummy."