Wish I could put a 6/5 for fun, this was dope as hell. I love the CRT shader, really feels like it could be the last mission in some PS1 armored core game or something.
On my second run against the mad lad, condor football tackled me, and then dropkicked me into the fuckin skybox. I rocketed over the cityscape and landed behind the battlefield in an alley, and was happy to discover a placid field of greybox tiles to meditate on and collect my thoughts. I devised a strategy. I pulled up to a thin crack between two buildings and open fired.
But no.
I was the fool here.
Even behind my impenetrable shield of buildings, Condor was ready. He blasted on me with as many mags as his top rank chassis could carry, and then zipped out of view behind another building. Hours passed, until I found a downed building. I hobbled up, unable to get a visual on my former comrade. Hopping over rooftops, in the corner of my periphery, I saw the glint of the familiar chrome. He didnt look my way. Maybe he didnt see me, but... after all these trials I got to know Condor well and, I could sense something like resignation. The man was AWOL, he knew there was little in store for him regardless of whether he evades capture here. So, I walked over carefully, and, shot by shot, he didnt flinch.
Sensors showed dropping vitals in the Ace's cockpit.
Radio silence, my suspicions tacitly confirmed.
And in a flash of the muzzle, from a place out of view, it was finally over.