Mike grinned ear to ear as prowler stood in a wide stance, firing a cone of defiance at his opponent. This was the best he could do, the light marksman shooting at him was excellent on his follow up shots, so there he was, suppressing him with a shotgun. were the darts lethal at this range? no, but they still did damage and took away his focus. what was his next move...the pilots were shaken, backed into a corner and playing long range, keeping the enemy at bay, if only the heavy and marksman were down, then he could...

<Roger, danger close> Adrian advised as muscle memory told mike to eat dirt, which he did without argument. Prowler dove to the ground a moment before the rockets hit, both the marksmen falling to kurikos fire, and the heavy disappearing to the explosions. 

<Marksman and heavy down!> mike called stowing his rifle and shotgun. this was it, the final push, with the two hard targets down he reached for the sword, the scabbard disengaging as he pulled. <closing in for mop up> he called. The enemy was broken, he could see It in their movements, ancient instincts demanding he give chase. walking to the ledge he glared down at the three survivors as he armed the smoke and flares. this would be short, quick and- <SECONDARIES!> mike yelled as he heard the whistles...

he lost a few seconds there...he checked himself. no blood, no intrusion to the pod, the cameras were dark. <Im up!> he said as he pushed Prowler up, dirt cascading from its back. <this is what happens when you put a several Ton monster on a cliff, and surprise rockets ruin your fun.> cleared of the dirt, mike stood and looked about, sword ready chain spinning with a muted hum. <status report?>