Tai-i Hajori Minamoto looked over his assembled mechwarriors. They were all sons and daughters of the Dragon, of Prosperina. They may not deny the accursed Davions, but they would be made to pay the coin of blood for their world. This Minamoto swore on the souls of his ancestors. Yes, they would do fine, and they would die well, like samurai. Yes, it was time for Gyosukai, time to smash the jewel.
