A large figure floated unnoticed through the midst of the battle. It paused as it passed the Gundam known as Deathscythe Hell, taking a moment to wistfully contemplate its sleek lines as it aided Heavyarms by taking out its opponents. It followed the twin blades of Deathscythe Hell's scythe with inhuman intensity as they sliced effortlessly through the Mobile Dolls.
A bony hand patted the figure's shoulder, eliciting a dull ring from the metal plates. The figure turned its head to glance at its tiny companion, shifting its grip on the shaft in its hands restlessly. Then it moved on.
It swung its arms in lazy arcs as it continued to make its way through the battlefield towards one particular pair of combatants. Behind it, a trail of miscellaneous metal fragments drifted aimlessly, a testament to the ferocity of the fighting between the different groups gathered in conflict. Parts of Mobile Dolls and suits alike littered the heavens, turning it into a scrapyard for salvagers to scavenge.
A sharp rap of knuckles, and the figure focused its attention on the two Gundams before it, ignoring the waste spread across space. Tallgeese and Alt-long danced around each other - a dance of death and destruction, the figure noted. Its companion agreed.
They stood silent, distant from the fight occurring before them, yet inextricably bound to it.
At last, Tallgeese was pierced through by the weapon in Alt-long's hands.
"SQUEAK!" The tiny hand of the figure's bony companion pointed imperatively.
The figure nodded, and swung its scythe.
The explosion rocked Alt-long back, but the silent figure barely noticed, instead concentrating on the afterimage of Tallgeese. Tallgeese stood still in confusion for several minutes, while Alt-long took off to continue the fight elsewhere. Then it turned to face the figure it had just now noticed.
Deathscythe nodded, once.
Tallgeese raised one hand in salute, before fading into the depths of space. Deathscythe bowed its head.
"SQUEAK." The Death of Rats patted Deathscythe on its metal shoulder in comfort, proud of its apprentice.
The Death of Gundams raised its head, its duty complete.
For the moment.
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