60:- Demon

Meanwhile, Mikazuki was locked in combat with Gaelio. In the midst of the chaos, Old Man Nadi's voice crackled through Mika's communication system. "Mika, only a little bit more. Orga and Kudelia have arrived inside the city."

Gaelio overheard the message, his eyes widening with realization. Sensing the imminent danger to Ein, Gaelio swiftly took action. He issued a sharp command to Ein, his tone urgent. "Ein, go and kill Kudelia and Makanai."

Ein's colossal machine, despite its battered state, sped towards the city with desperate determination. Seeing Ein's trajectory, Ichiro comprehended the threat immediately. He knew he had to stop Ein before he reached Orga, Kudelia, and Makanai. Ichiro's commanding voice resonated through the LCS. "Mika, go and protect them."

Mikazuki, always ready for a fight, acknowledged the order with a determined nod. Barbatos charged towards Ein's colossal machine, intercepting its path with unmatched speed and precision.

With a swift, precise motion, Kimaris lunged forward, its massive lance slicing through the air. Ichiro, undeterred, deftly evaded the attack, his Ogre moving with a grace that defied its size. The lance whistled past, missing its mark by inches, and Ichiro retaliated with a rapid barrage of punches. Kimaris blocked the blows with its shield, the impact reverberating through the cockpit.

Gaelio gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing with determination. He swung Kimaris's lance in a wide arc, aiming for Ogre's midsection. But Ichiro anticipated the move, sidestepping the attack and countering with a powerful kick that sent Kimaris staggering backward. The ground shook with the force of the impact, dust and debris billowing around them.

Seizing the opportunity, Ichiro closed the distance between them, his Ogre moving with surprising agility. He unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, each blow calculated to exploit Kimaris's weaknesses. Gaelio fought back with equal ferocity, his piloting skills evident as he deflected and parried Ichiro's attacks.

The battle between the two skilled pilots raged on, a dance of combat where every move was a deadly gamble. Kimaris's lance flashed through the air, forcing Ichiro to duck and weave to avoid being impaled. Ogre's clawed hands struck with precision, aiming for Kimaris's joints and vulnerable spots.

Gaelio's voice crackled over the comms, filled with determination. "You may be skilled, but you can't defeat me, space rat!"

Ichiro's response was a low, menacing growl. "We'll see about that."

With renewed determination, Ichiro pressed his assault, his attacks becoming more relentless. He exploited every opening, every moment of hesitation in Gaelio's movements. Kimaris strained under the pressure, its armor denting and cracking from the impact of Ogre's blows.

But Gaelio was not one to back down. He fought back with unwavering resolve but resolve was not the only thing that was required.

With a swift and calculated move, Ichiro's Ogre closed the distance between itself and the battered Kimaris. Its clawed fingers, sharp and deadly, reached out and seized the head unit of the enemy mobile suit. The grip was vice-like, the metal groaning under the pressure of Ogre's strength.

Gaelio, piloting the Kimaris, felt the sudden jolt as his mobile suit was ensnared. He struggled to break free, but Ogre's grip was unyielding. The battle had taken its toll on both mobile suits, but Ichiro's determination and sheer power had tipped the scales in his favor.

Ichiro's voice, low and filled with righteous anger, crackled through the comms. "Your luck is up, Gaelio. You can't escape from clutches of Death."

The battlefield, once echoing with the sounds of combat, now resonated with the ominous hum of approaching mobile suits. The Red Army of Baklazan, distinguished by their dark red armor, descended upon the scene with an air of authority. Their commander, a figure of authority in his own right, stood out amidst the sea of red and black.

Ichiro, undeterred by the overwhelming numbers, faced them with a cold determination. His eyes glinted with defiance as he gripped the head unit of Kimaris, the defeated Gundam, in his clawed hands.

A voice, authoritative and unyielding, pierced the chaos. "Return Lord Gaelio and the Kimaris. They are under our protection now."

Ichiro's response was a sneer. "You want him back? Take him."

With a powerful throw, Ichiro launched Kimaris towards the awaiting mobile suit. The impact was swift and merciless, crushing the enemy suit beneath the weight of Kimaris's armor. But Ichiro was not done yet.

Ogre surged forward, a metallic juggernaut hurtling towards the fallen mobile suits. In a seamless motion, Ichiro unsheathed a hidden metal needle, swift as a viper striking its prey. He aimed for the cockpit of Kimaris and the neighboring mobile suit, his precision unmatched.

The needle pierced through the reinforced steel, the cockpit turning into debris of blood and oil.

The Red Army of Baklazan, once confident in their arrival, now found themselves in disarray. The shock of Ichiro's ruthless tactics rippled through their ranks. Their commander's voice crackled over the comms, laced with frustration. "What in the hell...?"

Ichiro's response was a chilling whisper that cut through the confusion. "This is war. There's no room for mercy." With a decisive flick, Ichiro flicked the blood off his needle, his eyes never leaving the enemy.

The battlefield crackled with tension, the air thick with the smell of burning metal and the electric charge of mobile suits. The commander's eyes bore into the black mobile suit of Tekkadan, his fury manifesting as a steely resolve.

His voice, laced with authority, cut through the chaos. "Haris, retrieve the Baudwin mobile suit. We cannot afford to lose any more assets."

Haris, a brave soldier, acknowledged the order and darted toward the fallen mobile suit, his movements swift and determined. Amidst the chaos, he managed to secure the Baudwin mobile suit and steered it away from the frontline, ensuring its safety.

The commander's gaze then shifted back to Ichiro, the black mobile suit that had claimed Gaelio's life. Anger blazed in his eyes, his voice reverberating with determination. "You Demon, today you will be defeated and terminated."

His words rallied the army of 34 mobile suits, their pilots filled with righteous fury. A collective roar rose from their ranks, the sound of soldiers prepared to face the ultimate challenge.

Ichiro, undeterred by their threats, simply chuckled. "Let's see."

With a swift movement, he opened and closed his massive claw hands, the sound echoing like a beast preparing to pounce. His mobile suit crouched slightly, adopting a predatory stance. The sheer size and ferocity of Ogre intimidated even the bravest of soldiers.

The commander, his anger fueling his determination, barked orders to his army. "Attack! Surround the Demon and overwhelm him with sheer numbers."

The army obeyed, swiftly closing in on Ichiro from all directions. Their mobile suits, adorned in dark red and black, moved with a synchronized precision, their pilots honed by years of training.

Ichiro, however, was not one to be underestimated. As the first wave of attacks descended upon him, he expertly maneuvered Ogre, dodging strikes with grace that defied the suit's colossal size. His clawed hands struck back with deadly precision, crushing mobile suits with ease.

The battlefield erupted into a symphony of destruction, mobile suits clashing, energy blades flashing, and explosions painting the sky with fiery hues. Among the chaos, Ichiro's skill and brutality stood out. His claw hands tore through armor, his movements calculated and lethal.

The commander, witnessing the carnage, gritted his teeth. "Don't let him intimidate you! We have the numbers. Focus your fire and bring him down!"

The soldiers, though intimidated, followed their commander's orders. They adjusted their tactics, attacking in coordinated waves, attempting to overwhelm Ichiro with sheer volume of fire.

But Ichiro, a seasoned warrior, anticipated their moves. He countered their attacks with devastating blows, his claws ripping through armor plating and energy shields. The battlefield became a testament to his skill, strewn with the wreckage of defeated mobile suits.

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Shino stared through the binoculars, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Is he for real? How the hell is Ichiro standing up against all of them?"

Akihiro shook his head, his disbelief mirrored in his expression. "I've seen Ichiro fight, but this… this is insane. He's like a devil out there."

Yamagi, his voice tinged with awe and fear, chimed in, "I never knew he had it in him. It's like he's become something beyond human, a force of nature."

Eco, her eyes glued to the battlefield, whispered, "It's as if he's possessed. I've never seen anyone fight with such intensity and precision."

Lafter, still tending to Azee, nodded in agreement. "Ichiro has always been exceptional, but this is on a whole new level. It's like he's challenging fate itself."

Shino clenched his fists, torn between amazement and unease. "I can't believe what I'm seeing. It's like he's invincible."

Akihiro, his jaw set, replied, "Nothing is invincible, but Ichiro is damn close right now."

Shino, never one to hold back his emotions, voiced his discontent. "Damn it, why are we just standing here? We should be out there, helping Ichiro!"

Akihiro, equally frustrated, nodded in agreement.

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