The mech rose to meet him and hefted a bazooka over its shoulder. With a burst of flame launched a rocket. Sam prepared to cut it in half, only for a shower of blue swords to perforate the fleshy ceiling. Sam was nimble enough to dodge them all; the missile, not so much. It exploded, seared the Leviathan’s skin, a roar screamed through the sky.

- Ragnarust Round 2