62:- Devil

Kudelia, standing tall despite the danger, spoke with unwavering resolve. "I am Kudelia Aina Bernstein. If there's something you want from me, tell me now."

Ein, his voice laced with bitterness and resentment, retorted, "Well, well, so you were here all along. I tried to take you from the CGS. If you had come with us from the beginning, Lt Crank wouldn't have died. He would still be with us. If you hadn't started the independence movement, he wouldn't have been lost to us."

Kudelia, though faced with blame, stood firm in her convictions. "There have been many lives that have been lost as a result of my actions. But that's precisely why I can't stop."

As Ein raised his axe, ready to strike, Atra and Orga leaped into action. Atra pulled Kudelia aside, sheltering her with her own body, while Orga shielded them both, his eyes reflecting determination and protectiveness. In the nick of time, Mika, with his unparalleled combat skills, came thrusting forward, the mace of his mobile suit clashing against Ein's axe.

The impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield, the force of their clash shaking the very ground beneath them. Mika's eyes glinted with intensity as he held his ground against Ein's overwhelming strength. It was a battle not just of physical prowess, but of wills – the unyielding determination of Tekkadan against Ein's deep-seated fury and grief.

Ein's bitter words cut through the air as he accused Mika, "It's you again, the sinful kid that killed Lt Crank."

Mika, not recognizing the name, responded with genuine confusion, "Who's that?"

Ein's frustration was evident as he retorted, "Unbelievable. Your sins don't stop; they keep growing."

Meanwhile, Orga's voice came through Mika's headset, breaking the tension of the moment. "Mika, sorry for the wait. We'll head to the parliament. I'll leave the rest to you."

A small smile curled on Mika's lips as he replied, "Yeah." With a burst of speed, he engaged his back thrusters, propelling himself forward. With a swift kick, he sent Ein's colossal mobile suit flying, putting distance between them.

In that moment, Mika's determination was palpable. He was not just fighting for himself or Tekkadan; he was fighting for their dreams, their future.

The clash between Mika's Barbatos and Ein's colossal mobile suit intensified. Mika swung his mace, aiming for Ein, but Ein expertly deflected the blow with his axe, showcasing his superior skills. Despite Mika's determination, Ein's overwhelming power pushed Barbatos back, sending it crashing into the ground.

Mika, undeterred by the impact, thrust himself back into the fight, readying his mace for another attack. With fierce determination in his eyes, he taunted Ein, "My brother beat you to a pulp. What chance do you think you have against me?"

Ein, fueled by anger and a desire for revenge, roared and swung his axe with incredible force. Mika tried to block the attack, but Ein's sheer power overwhelmed him. The impact sent Barbatos tumbling, crashing into a nearby building with a deafening crash. Despite the pain and the chaos around him, Mika gritted his teeth, refusing to yield. He knew that every moment counted, and he wouldn't back down, not when so much was at stake. With unwavering determination, he pushed himself to his feet, ready to face Ein.

Ein swung his axe down with immense force, aiming to crush Barbatos, but Mikazuki skillfully blocked the attack with his black katana. 

Ein's words echoed in the cockpit as he exerted tremendous pressure on Barbatos, pushing Mikazuki's mobile suit to its knees. "With your body disgraced by sins, you cannot be saved. Not you or that woman. Your comrades Never!" The colossal weight of Ein's colossal mobile suit bore down on Barbatos, threatening to crush it under the relentless force."I will kill you and your comrades to purify your sins." Ein spoke as if he was a Knight of Justice. 

Mikazuki's voice was low but filled with determination as he spoke to himself within the confines of the Barbatos cockpit. His eyes narrowed, reflecting the fierce spirit burning within him. Gripping the controls tighter, he reaffirmed his resolve.

"Sins? Save?" Mikazuki scoffed, his tone laced with defiance. "Who are you to decide that?"

He turned his attention back to Barbatos, his voice taking on a commanding edge, "Hey, Barbatos. Just give all that you have."

In response to Mikazuki's words, Barbatos seemed to respond with a surge of newfound energy. In the blink of an eye, Barbatos surged forward with an incredible burst of speed, narrowly evading Ein's deadly strike. The katana in Mikazuki's hand sliced through the air with precision, intercepting Ein's axe mid-air and sending it spinning away. The move was executed with such swiftness and finesse that it left Ein momentarily stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief at Barbatos' astonishing agility.

Ein's confidence wavered as he realized the speed and skill of his opponent. Barbatos, driven by Mikazuki's unwavering determination, moved with an almost supernatural grace, defying the limits of mobile suit combat. The unexpected maneuver had caught Ein off guard, his colossal machine momentarily frozen in the face of Barbatos' unexpected speed and precision.

In the cockpit of Barbatos, Mikazuki's eyes blazed with an unholy intensity. His voice, though strained, resonated with an almost inhuman fervor. "More... give me more power, Barbatos! I won't let anyone hurt them. I won't... I won't... I won't forgive anyone who tries to take them away from me."

The feedback from the machine's movements and the strain of Mikazuki's intense focus took a toll on his body. Blood trickled down from his right eye, staining his vision red, and his nose began to bleed, a testament to the immense pressure he was putting on himself.

Yet, despite the pain and the physical toll, Mikazuki's resolve didn't waver. If anything, the sight of his own blood seemed to fuel his determination even further. He was a demon on the battlefield, driven by a singular purpose – to annihilate anyone who dared to stand in his way.

The battle reached a crescendo, Barbatos moving with unparalleled speed and precision, its strikes blurring the line between man and machine. Mikazuki's vision, blurred by blood, remained locked on Ein, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pain, determination, and an almost otherworldly rage.

With blood-soaked hands and a heart afire, Mikazuki piloted Barbatos with an almost supernatural finesse. His movements were swift, precise, and deadly, as if he had become one with the machine, his every thought translating into a graceful yet devastating strike.

As Ein's Graze lunged forward, Barbatos dodged with uncanny agility, avoiding the deadly swipe of its axe. In that moment, Mikazuki's eyes blazed with an intensity that bordered on madness. With a lightning-quick motion, he drew the katana, the blade gleaming with a malevolent aura.

In a seamless dance of death, Barbatos and its pilot attacked. Mikazuki moved like a phantom, his strikes guided by a supernatural force. With a single swift motion, he severed the arms of Ein's Graze, leaving it defenseless. The battlefield was silent for a heartbeat, the only sound the ominous hum of Barbatos' katana.

In that breathless moment, Barbatos struck. Mikazuki, with a primal scream that echoed through the cockpit, thrust the katana forward. The blade pierced the Graze's cockpit, a burst of crimson erupting as it penetrated the armored plating. Ein's Graze shuddered, a final gasp escaping its pilot before it fell to the ground, defeated.

Barbatos stood tall, a demonic silhouette against the backdrop of chaos. Mikazuki's breathing was ragged, his body trembling from the exertion, but his eyes glowed with an unholy light. He had emerged victorious, his every move a symphony of destruction.

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(A:N : Going to take a one week break due to exams )