[Magic Beast] stood dumbfounded, as if it had been scared stiff. Bonnie was so anxious that she almost screamed. She wanted to rush out and pull that hateful Fatty away! She hated him, despised him, yet inexplicably didn't want to see him get hurt!
[Apollo] was about to breach the defensive line. Once an attacking Mecha crossed that line, set differently based on style, speed, and individual skills, no one could dodge the attack—not even a god! Mastering the defensive line was a fundamental skill for every Mechanical Warrior.
However, [Magic Beast] seemed to have forgotten about this life-critical line. Bonnie, despairing, was about to close her eyes. In her view, [Apollo] had already exceeded the limit of her counterattack abilities, and no matter how skilled Fatty was, he could never escape [Apollo]'s attack.
At this point, [Apollo] didn't need to prepare to change moves or direction. There was no time, and no need. All it had to do was stomp down fiercely.
