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Richard hadn't even landed yet when the round slammed into the chest of his mobile armor, shaking the entire suit. There was a fist sized dent where the thing had impacted and warnings sounded off about the significant damage he'd just taken to the chest area. He landed back on the sand, dragging two long grooves as he slid backwards. Inside Richard considered his options. 

It was unpalatable, but he flipped on his emergency beacon and opened up his coms.

"This is a message from Richard Hawk." He started, sounding nothing like a man that was looking death in the face. "I'm was having this [i]lovely[/i] blind date over in sector....4, but my dance partner turned out to be much too aggressive for my tastes. It would be FANTASTIC if someone could swing by and take her off my hands because I don't think I'm making it to first base with this one."

Hopefully someone was coming with a bailout, now all he had to do was live long enough to enjoy it. The pods opened again and he swapped back to his rifle for the multimissiles. "LETS KEEP DANCING!" He shouted, pointing the weapon up and firing wildly into the air. The missile shot up, then came back down indiscriminately around them. The explosions threw massive amounts of sand and smoke into the air, obscuring the view of the battlefield. Then Richard moved somewhere within the obscuring cloud. 

He could still track her with the mobile armors radar, hopefully she would have trouble finding him. And if she did, well, the railgun had at least made her stop.