[ The 00's sensor system barely has time to blare its collision warning at him before the Nu hits him like the 73 metric tons it is. Any lesser pilot would have had his insides scrambled by the velocity, but Amuro takes the brunt of it with gritted teeth, controls straining against his grip. A fan of GN particles bursts at the 00 Raiser's shoulders to accompany the squeal of metal on metal as he sets his position.
Amuro holds fast on the threshold between the two Gundams, a battle the last thing he'd expected between them. But instead of the intent to kill, he merely senses... scrutiny. Resolution.
In the wake of the blow, Amuro guns the thrusters and alters the trajectory of the 00, having the advantage of agility. Aiming to throw the Nu's balance askew and create an opening. ]
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Amuro holds fast on the threshold between the two Gundams, a battle the last thing he'd expected between them. But instead of the intent to kill, he merely senses... scrutiny. Resolution.
In the wake of the blow, Amuro guns the thrusters and alters the trajectory of the 00, having the advantage of agility. Aiming to throw the Nu's balance askew and create an opening. ]