There’s a strange serenity to being catapulted 20 feet into the air out of an exploding mech. It’s the calm after the storm. Look down and you’ll see the bot that killed you, still pouring bullets into your battlesuit’s flaming husk. You see fighters swarming through the streets. You see enemies on the rooftops that you didn’t even know were there. Then, after a few blissful moments of quiet, gravity reaches up and pulls you back into the chaos.