The discord was a beautiful flow, something that stopped suddenly as an energy beam arced through the air. Eyes widening, Alex shifts to the side, snapping Red Glare horizontal and down. It takes the hit in stride, hull sparking. He gives a snarl of distaste at the now black and burned part of the chassis.

"Really?!" he exclaims in genuine disgust. "Really? You're willing to risk messing up your precious project trying to take me out? If I knew you didn't care worth a damn, I would have blown all five of us away by now! Fucking short-sighted, short-cocked motherfuckers-- And I'm going to have to go all the way back to the Divide to replace that hull!"