Oliver saw the FRAMEs before he saw them. The civilian models that their enemy were using were clunky and loud. It made the enemy appear amateur, but, amateur or not, they had big guns. Really big guns. Oliver had to remind himself that he also had sizeable guns. It was easy to forget that you were piloting a massive war machine, especially when driving one came so naturally to him. 

 Oliver held his breath until Cecilia gave them the order to attack. His Zaruga, once a pristine green and black, was now covered with so many scratches that the bare silver color under the paint could  be considered the third color in the design scheme. The FRAME moved towards the frame at the edge of the group. The enemy’s FRAME was a simple machine, and smaller than his Zaruga. The Enemy raised his autorifle in response to his advance, but Oliver had expected that.

As Oliver’s FRAME padded loudly along the stone towards the civvie FRAME, he began to take aim. Unfortunately for Oliver, he wasn’t a great shot, and rockets were expensive. It was going to take a moment to aim perfectly, he didn’t want to waste munitions. As Oliver drew within twenty meters of the enemy, he loosed a single rocket. At the same time, the enemy fired a burst from his autorifle, hitting the Zaruga in it’s right shoulder joint. The FRAME’s reactive armor plating on that section detonated outwards, doing no physical damage to the Zaruga’s body. The burst did shift the FRAME to the side slightly, throwing off Oliver’s aim. The rocket struck the enemy frame in the “knee”. It fell down face first and Oliver turned to face the other enemy FRAMEs, hoping that his teammies had his back. He was in the thick of enemy ranks, slightly damaged and in no position to take on five FRAMEs on his own. He wished that he would’ve thought his plan of attack through before executing it, especially since the other FRAMEs had turned to face his. 
	
“A little help here, guys?” He said sheepishly while readying another rocket.