The Gaza kept rocking on and off; Bernie, with one eye closed because of the shaking, tried to balance in between watching his back and watching his data. All he was doing was retreating without a good counter, and with his AP going down.

"Well, it did say 'lunatic' didn't it?" Bernie said, then groaned again. The Gaza was smoking, and descended behind another building. It transformed back into MA mode to land.

Erg, how to deal with this kind of opponent alone? Think Bernie!