The Mech broke through the ashy crust of the earth with each metallic step, finding purchase on the hard rock beneath. Fire shot up on each side of the large twelve foot walker as its monitoring screen pointed out warnings all around its pilot, somewhat pointing out the obvious in Higan’s opinion. The Ramor at the wheel so to speak had a 180 degree view of the world in front of him, and his Mech’s computer systems were tracking his target continuously adjusting for minute changes in the surrounding environment. Ultimately, the Ramor was more than well equipped to catch his foe, but taking him down had proven difficult thus far.

Higan’s A.S.P, or Armoured Support Platform, was equipped with both a 105mm rifled tank gun, 40mm anti-material rifle, and a Chaingun for suppression. He wasn’t particularly well stocked up on ammo, as his mech played a scouting role primarily and was not expected to remain in combat for extended periods, but such fire power should be more than enough for one… man.

He thought of his quarry as a man with some hesitation, Intel on the anomaly was low at best and Ramor had recently been exposed to a great many super-natural forces recently. Like most militaristic governments, the Grent Republic had decided to shoot first, dissect and ask questions later. Hence why Higan had been sent to deal with one such anomaly, some kind of heavily armoured humanoid with the ability to spew fire like the Draconicas of Ramor legend. 

“Warning, target sighted.” The grating mechanical voice which served as his vocalised computer system on his Mech announced his opponent’s presence before it was possible for he himself to spot him. Automatic zoom features activated, revealing the figure of an armoured man holding some sort of circular object. He was standing about two hundred feet away in the middle of the rocky volcanic valley they both seemed to be stuck in, without any particularly prominent cover nearby, unless he could reach the walls of the volcanic river basin which stood about one hundred feet to either side of him.

“Well, to work then.” Higan said rather cheerfully, considering the implications, his grinning bearded form looking a little like a stereotypical Dwarf by human standards. He was equipped in standard Piloting gear, with a pistol and light body armour, as well as a knife if he needed it. He hadn’t even considered that though, if things got that dire he was probably screwed. 

The Mech lifted its heavy left arm, 40mm anti-material rifle suspended below, automatic targeting systems locking onto Saanga and preparing to make the tiny manipulations required to keep bullets trailing directly at his centre of mass.

“Fire.” Higan said, allowing his Mech to open up engagements for the time being, the Rifle began to spew out heavy calibre armour piercing rounds at his foe’s centre of mass, firing a round every three seconds, Saanga would have to move fast or risk testing his armours durability against superior technology.