Ethnia flexed her hands inside of the pilot's cavity of her Hamshell, or Bob as she called it. As she did, the Engel's own massive hands flexed and stretched, it's tail swinging in the air. The tentacles around it's head wriggled in anticipation, and she could feel her Engel eager to go into action. It didn't like being on dry land, and that feeling pulsed through the Chip in Ethnia's brain to herself.<br/><br/>Not that Ethnia didn't have any other reason not to be entirely focused. She had another nightmare last night. She couldn't remember what it was exactly, but she had woken up sweating and out of breath, her entire body shaking. Ethnia steadied herself against the wall of  her Engel's interior, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath of the liquid. A few months ago, she would have reflexively choked on the liquid flooding her lungs.<br/><br/>The HUD in her helmet lit up, and she shook her head. Time to focus, time to show everyone what she can do. "This is the Hound, ready to put on a show." Floating just above the ground, a ball of blue-green energy coalesced in front of the Hamshell's chest. The beam lanced through the air, melting the head of a dummy mecha.