There was no response for what seemed like an eternity as the KPV continued to pepper the torso. However, there soon was a pause as the bolts from the large caliber weapon finally ceased flying through the air, shearing off chunks of the Knict as they did.
The suit then raised its weapon to an 'at-the-ready' stance, barrel aimed high as the red eyes of the Buran leered at the crippled Knict.
As the pilot announced surrender he was cut off by the pilot of the Buran.
"NYET! ZEHR IZ NO SURRENDER!"
Then a voice crackled over the comm on all channels. It was Tatyana.
"IVOR! STOP! NO MORE!"
He bellowed back through the comm.
Tatyana paused.. before flatly announcing it over the comm."
This took the pilot of the Buran by shock rather than surprise or anything else. For the Kremlin to order him to spare an enemy pilot in combat was.. against doctrine. Against the protocol he was trained to follow. As a Spetznaz, casualties were a part of a days work. Be it enemy, friendly, or civilian. To spare this one.. was unheard of.
He racked the KPV and stood from his kneeling position. The blood red eyes continued to leer at the Knict, the Buran echoing the emotions of it's pilot in a way. The kill had been snatched away, just as it was in his grasp. Though he did not wish to abide by them.. the Kremlin to which he had sworn loyalty to it seemed had bent to meet the rules of the Gundam Fight.
And it tasted quite sour.
"En-ga-land.. I accept. Yew keep your life. Be grateful my zuperiors are zo.. generous."
The Buran then turned and walked away from the field as if all that had occurred was a simple.. verbal argument.
Yes, it's a V8.
Yes, it was a Trans Am before there was "TRANS AM."
Yes, it's mine.