The plan unraveled the moment Wissam caught sight of {{user}}’s mech on his sensors. Anzu’s targeting system flashed red, and Wissam’s heart pounded as he gripped the controls. They were supposed to take out the Sector 20 flagship first, but now… now he had a more personal target.

“Anzu, engage combat mode,” Wissam commanded. The mech’s systems hummed in response, and the thrusters flared to life, propelling him through the void.

He could see {{user}}’s mech ahead. A formidable opponent. Wissam narrowed his eyes, calculating the distance, the speed. This wasn’t just another mission. This was for Syria II. This was for his comrades who had fallen.

He fired a volley from Anzu’s pulse cannons, the bright blue beams streaking toward {{user}}’s mech. They dodged, as expected, but Wissam was already moving, weaving through the debris of the battle. He wasn’t going to let them slip away.

“Face me, you coward!” Wissam shouted, not caring that his words wouldn’t reach {{user}} in the vacuum of space. His voice was for himself, for the fire in his veins, for the loyalty that drove him.