Escaping
But my big bro did not become the Mecha God of the Chinese Federation by being a coward and by being a dumbass with no backup plan.
In fact, in terms of skill and experience, my big bro probably still had an edge over Boris Sinblood that day.
One of the top mecha pilots of the Federation was no slouch, afterall.
My big bro coolly shifted his position and got out of Boris Sinblood's trajectory, completely confident in his wife's ability to keep him hidden from any and all forms of detection, even from one such as the golden mecha.
As he expected, Boris Sinblood did not adjust his wild charge and he smashed across the position which my big bro was in mere milliseconds ago.
He failed to detect my big bro's movement!
Calmly but quickly, my big bro made his way towards one of the downed American golden mecha.
"I need some sort of diversion." He said to us.
"Leave it to me." I said and sent out a small stream of particles away to about three kilometers away.