Dale looked at his opponent to size him up. The monster of a man that General faced was three inches over six feet, and wearing bulky power like armor over himself that seemed rather thick, especially with a massive bulge on the back. At his forearms, two ornate silver guards covered the entire length, humming with power. An SMG hung at his side, and in his right hand was an axe, double bladed, thick, and with a handle too long for being one handed, too short for reliably two handing it. His voice was distorted by the armor, but the deep was behind it was evident. "Good luck, Pal. We're both losers, but I suppose that connects us in a way like no o-" Instead of finishing the sentence, he threw his axe- it came screaming through the air at incredible speeds, cutting the masts as it flew at General. Not wasting time, Dale jumped forward, and rolled backwards down the stairs to the deck below, and crashed through the door.