[centre][b]Brucey - South-West Sector[/b]

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Bruce flicked over the song as he continued the sweeping retreat. "Fall back. Churchy, follow sensible orders next time," Bruce barked. Gone was the joviality and even sometime madness that seemed to be everpresent with the Aussie. Now he'd gone back to cold crisp and clear tone all to familiar to anyone with military service, "We'll discuss it later." Bruce said as he kept up his sweeping fire pattern as he began to advance rearwards more quickly, working to keep from favouring the damaged leg, the limping-lurching motion annoying as he watched the rear sensors for any obstacles.

Bruce watched the tank rounds come out of the fog and hit and clicked his mic in morse code.

*ELEVATION DOWN 3 DEGREES. TRAVERSE LEFT 2 DEGREES FIRE FOR EFFECT*