The screen in front of him flickered to life, revealing his young adversary sitting imperiously, arrogantly on a throne. In truth he had always rather hoped his opponent would have been that fop Clovis, but a younger less experienced boy was just about as good.

"Let's dispense with the pleasantries," Sawazaki began. "We both know who we are, and I'd rather not waste time. In a situation like this, time is quite precious for both of us."

The boy scowled at him. A flicker of static shot across the screen. Interference from the stormy weather no doubt. This was a longer range communication, after all.

"What do you hope to accomplish with this reckless action?" Lelouch began. "Do you honestly believe you can hold Britannia back with such a paltry force?"

Hmph! He really was a little boy playing politician. Such a transparent attempt to make him admit they had the full backing of the Chinese Federation. Any such admission would compel his allies into undue hesitation, undermining their attack before it got off the ground.

"I think you will find that our forces are less paltry than you imagine," Sawazaki smoothly replied. Giving nothing away, letting the threat of supposed military superiority bounce off him. Lelouch paused for a moment. Obviously the boy had been anticipating a very different response. This inexperience would be his undoing.

[...]

"I'm warning you!" Lelouch interrupted. "You do not want to do this!"

"Oh, don't be upset at me," Sawazaki admonished. "Your brother is the one to blame. It's clear what he's trying to do, you see. By sending in that one unit, he can cause damage to our defenses, slowing us down and gaining a gauge of our forces. At the cost of a single unit, he intends to gain sufficient knowledge and information to plan a counter-attack. If it wasn't so blatantly heartless I'd even call it brilliant."

The Gun-Ru lined up at the likely landing zone. Missiles were aimed. Lancelot was a sitting duck, or perhaps more accurately a gliding duck coming in on those brand new float systems. They wouldn't attack all at once, of course. The Blaze Luminous might be able to take that kind of hit. On the other hand, if they performed a continuous barrage, ensuring that each missile fired a half second apart, they could force the Knightmare to continually dodge or block. Wasting its power. Making it more simple to contain when it eventually arrived.

"Fire!" Sawazaki ordered, and the roar of energy cannons firing filled the air. They obliterated their target without hesitation or remorse.

The only problem was, it wasn't their cannons that had fired. Sawazaki stared in disbelief. His front line of Gun-Ru's had been wiped out, and the missiles blasted out of the sky! What? But... How had that...?

"I told you," Lelouch chuckled. "You didn't want to do that. By lining up your Knightmares that way, you made them such a simple set of targets."

"Wh-what?!" the politician squeaked in disbelief. The monitor shifted across to the source of the enemy fire. "What is that?" he demanded. Another floating Knightmare! Huge... A massive Knightmare like that got through their radar? How! Sawazaki stared at it in abject disbelief. The Knightmare was blacker than the night's sky yet also had yellow adornments around various parts of its body. Shoulder, knees, hips, chest... "What the hell is that thing?!"

After a few seconds of silence, Lelouch answered the question, "It's a gift my brother gave me for my personal use. It's called the Gawain, and I am piloting it at this very moment. Ah, Nunnally... Would it be too much trouble?"

The screen flickered again, and Lelouch completely vanished. In his place, his little sister. The "Cripple Princess", sitting there in her wheelchair, staring mournfully into the camera.

"A recording?" Sawazaki realised. Nunnally nodded. "He predicted my likely responses and–"

"And I cut them in using a simple video editing technique," Nunnally finished. "The static wasn't caused by the weather. It was a psychological trick to keep you from noticing the edits."

Impossible! Even using that kind of video editing technique, being able to predict his likely responses and record all of them in this amount of time... This kid! This Prince really was not a joke! He'd even found a way to use the weather to his own advantage!

-Lulu's Bizarre Rebellion Chapter 42