Stupid prince! Making me go through this...
I mean, haven't I died enough?
Does this idiot know we can hear him?
Heard that, Highness? A notorious outlaw is after you.
Good thing you're safe with us.
Well, better than being caught by him. I vowed to deliver you alive.
Don't lie to me, you murderous scoundrels!
True, we're usually assassins, but this job's special.
Don't fluster me or I might slice you slowly...
into one long strip of meat.
Get off!
My fingers are gonna tear off!
Philly!
Did I tell you the more I drink, the stronger I get?
Where's the rest of your beer?
Answer truthfully. I can smell it on you.
You're not getting away, Botica boy!
Did he fall?
You armless hag!
It's your fault Hilda's dead! She was a far better person than you!
So chivalrous.
Let's go save our friends, Bessie!
Sam! Wait!
Sam!
Sam, you're still you, right?
Caution. Eliminating enemy.
Sam!
Amazing. I've never seen such powerful cannon fire!
Sam!
I am royally sanctioned. Do not interfere.
Sorry, Sam, but you're my only best friend.
And Bessie and I are bigger than you, so...
Leave everything to us!
Give up and tell me where you hide the drinks.
You're having fun, aren't you? You sicko!
You're a rude one. It's useless to distract me.
Oh, admit it.
You're aching to know what I'm hiding under this coat.
I've seen bruises.
Oh, you're not even the least bit curious?
You're the rude one!
Sorry, small calibration error.
But I've got it now!
The prince please!
Cut loose on that bucket of bolts.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
No way!
How dare you trick me!
Bessie! Watch out!
Bessie!
Get it, Highness? I'm the nice one.
Bessie...
Isn't this...
Sam, please don't be mad, but I may have been a bit overconfident...
What?
What the hell's going on?
What is that?
It's a challenge, straight out of history.
I know a bit of war history, boss.
That there is a vintage war golem.
Another complication.
Not a problem.
Greetings from Mystic Emperor Locke.
Blitzraider contingent 6 is ten minutes from the rendezvous point.
I'm not sharing a win with those toasters.
I'll go on ahead. Take it down now.
Let's go, Highness.
Hand over the prince.
Go, Sam! Tear them all up! You're amazing!
That's some impressive power.
Sam?
Hand over the prince.
You're pretty good.
If we'd met somewhere else, I'd have liked to prolong this.
Please dispense with the foreplay and make your move.
I am not nearly drunk enough for this.
You're the famed Philly the Kid?
The big score every bounty hunter dreams about?
And you can't even afford a spare ammo clip.
You better...
Come on.
Stop!
An immortal!
The sky is blue.
Oh, I thought we were playing the "obvious" game.
This is too much.
Kelby!
S-Sam?
Kelby.
Wow, it likes you.
I don't need ammo.
That smarts!
What are you doing?
Halt.
Philly, what are you doing?
No, Sam! It's Philly! He's not that bad a guy! You got along with him!
I'll stop! I'll stop!
Killing you won't give me peace or revenge.
You're just some punk kid with dead parents, like me.
Whatever. The longer I live, the more I wonder what the point is.
Sam, listen to me! I'm all right!
Let's go home together.
I'm sorry for what I said! You're not a toy!
You're my friend! A real friend!
I'm a little confused.
The real Sam's taking control of her auto modes!
C'mon, Sam! Wake up!
She revised her assessment!
Sam?
Sam! Sam!
Thank goodness! Sam won!
Sam, you did good.
We both got lucky today, Your Highness.
Prince!
Let me go!
Odin! Sam!
I'm not leaving her behind again!
Mystic Emperor Locke.
We have Prince Kelby in hand and are heading in your direction.
Kelby?
Don't worry. He's still alive. I hope.
Where's Philly?
Philly! Was he in danger?
Bet she doesn't remember her kills either. That's handy.
Captain of the Guard Odin, how are you?
Unbelievable. She was a Cannon Buster...
The king designed her to protect the prince. I'm astounded.
But that must mean...
I'm sorry, Captain. What's a Cannon Buster?
A Cannon Buster is the most elite battle machine.
A war golem created with magic, granting it a soul.
Outlawed when the New Deal brought an end to the use of spells...
...ending the Sorcerer's Age.
My adorable Bessie!
Don't worry! I'll fix you somehow!
Move it! Bessie's not some bed for you to lie on!
Damn drunk!
And you! Bessie was mine, not yours!
The best ride I ever had, totalled!
It's your fault! What'll you do, short-bot?
Hey, let go of me!
Let go...
Captain of the Guard, where are you going?
Back to Botica, most likely.
I have to rescue the prince wherever this Mystic Emperor person is.
Wait, Captain! We're not giving up on Kelby either!
Right, everyone? I don't know what happened today, and I don't need to.
What I do know is that my friend's in grave danger.
Let's go save him!
Very well. I could use your strength.
Enemies surely await ahead.
I do not imagine a warm reception for our return.
We'll rescue Kelby as a team!
Okay, let's do it!
Botica has booze, right? Any good?
It must be! It has world-renowned ales too!
Fine! I'll go!
So I've gotta go after the same brat again.
And this time with more idiots I can't stand who get in my way?
You promised to reunite us. You haven't changed your mind, right?
Don't say such an uncaring thing now, Philly.
That's right!
But I don't have a goddamn car!