In just thirty minutes more than forty shadow dancers had been rendered incapacitated and dragged off the stage leaving being the last three contenders who happened to top scorers of the class.
They were Amy the topper of the class and had an optimization of 45% now showing that it had dropped during the battle because of her explosive power. She had been seen as the dominator of the battle as she apparently took out nearly half the competition.
The second lead was Kram who now had an optimisation of 12% because of how much energy he had expended when the using the mech. He had been seen as the sniper of the battle.
The third was Vexar who's optimization had dropped to 30%. He had been the Assasin of the group and taken the least damage to his mech.
The longer a mech was pilot the more the strain it would have on its pilot making the optimisation dropped and if it got too low the pilot would either pass out or lose control of the mech.
The three standing contestants had received light damages to their mechs armour plating but keeping their vulnerable parts intact. It was clear that their skills in their different areas had set them apart. Despite the differences in their optimization they knew it was only a time limit and not actually a determiner of the final outcome of the battle. The ground was still filled with the rifles of the enemies they had defeated, now it was no mans game.
The first to react was the dominator as she let her rifle fire blasts of purple light at the the one she felt most threatened by. The sniper ducked and rolled on the floor, grabbing two rifles he started to fire at the two. The assasin was quick to dodge while the dominator took a few blasts to the chest before it could avoid the shot.
Sparks of light shine from the chest as some parts of its chest plates was significantly weakened. She grunted as she bore the grunt of the attack and tried to take aim and fire off a shot but before she could the assasin came up from her blind spot and pressed his rifle to her head and held her there in a deadlock stance.
The sniper had planned for them both to end up in this position, the moment the assasin fired his shot that was when he would take them both out.
Outside the forcefield dome the watchers of the battle being the officer the tech experts and the trainees that were receiving first aid all looked at the battle in awe. They were just trainees but these three all acted on their own impulse.
A shot rang out as the assasin emptied the remaining four shots of his cartridge on the mech's face causing the dominator to tilt and fall over. It was then sniper fired both his shots only to realise that it was empty. Most of the rifles on the ground were either empty or on the verge of being emptied out.
"Shit!" Kram cursed under his mech.
He started to search through the number of plasma guns scattered on the ground with any with any shot in it but there was none. The mech would push away a few guns before grabbing one which took up most is his time. After a while he gulped down expecting the assasin to already be on him but what he heard next was a loud scream and then gasps from the crowd.
He looked up as the sensors in his suits scanned the field ahead of him to see the assassin grunting in pain. Sitting in his neck was the small blade of the mechs arm and red blood trucking out of it, the other hand of the dominator was holding the assasins head in place while her leg kicked him from behind.
Kram screamed. "What the hell!"
For a few seconds after she had taken the blast Amy's eyes had blurred out and her body moved on instinct, she ignored the failure warnings from her suit as she held on to her prey not wanting to leave him. Half of the head of her mech was blasted off by the repeated shots of the plasma gun and she had only sustained a burn to the face and her eyes barely surviving the blast.
Kram could see the eyes of a cold killer, his body shuddered as he asked himself if this was the Amy he once knew growing up in the orphanage.