"Shield mechs! Hold the line!"
Wild Gale's expression darkened as he shouted the command.
The nine Titan Mechs that had been standing by suddenly roared to life. Five of them moved in unison with mechanical precision, raising their massive tower shields into a defensive formation like a steel fortress.
BOOM!
The Golden Dragon's breath slammed into their shields. The force of the impact shook the air, and magical currents exploded outward like waves.
The Titan Mechs held firm against the brunt of the Dragon Rider's frontal assault. But the lingering percentage-based damage from the dragon breath was impossible to completely negate—each mech was losing over 200,000 HP per second!
The Golden Dragon Knight roared again, clearly not expecting these strange constructs to hold out this long. He flared his wings and closed in for a second barrage.
"Damn it! Hold formation!"