DN - Beam Saber

Gerald slashes his beam sabers at me too fast to dodge. I get my arms up to block them, and molten pain sings out from my forearms. I bound into the air and frantically pull for distance.

The outer edges of my forearms each have a long, narrow burn crossing them. The suit has been almost entirely burnt away, the charcoal-gray undersuit visible along the length of each burn, and a few places where I can see red, angry burns on my skin. It feels like he hit me with some white-hot rebar. Already the blisters are starting to rise. I need something to counter those swords or I won’t last long up close with him. A quick glance around, and I don’t see any other mecha sneaking up on me. I need to finish with this one fast and get back to the others before they can hurt anyone else.

- Dreadnought, Chapter 33