The sky disappeared from underneath both Alms and Madrys. A rocky spire, the very one that Alms had gotten the coordinates for, was left with an indent in the top as Madrys landed. A cloud of dust, dirt, and rocks flew up around the crouching titan. Unslinging the Plasma Rifle from her back, Alms made sure that the weapon was loaded. Watching his soldiers drop, Alms called out to them.

[color=007236]"Good work Severence, now make sure to regroup with Jager and Praetor."[/color] Turning his attention to where Jager was, currently about 100 yards away from the base of the spire, Alms received a comm from the young pilot.

Shit, a fucking Monarch was here! 

[color=007236]"Jager! Keep calm and stay out of its way. Let it come to me, the Monarchs are third gen titans that will tear through you. Take care of his soldiers, make sure that they pay."[/color] Focusing his attention on the rapidly approaching Monarch, Alms took aim with the Plasma Rifle. kneeling down he spoke to Madrys, [color=007236]"Madrys, aim for a vital. Make a cross section velocity calculation and adjust the gun as needed."[/color]

[color=2e3192]"Yes sir!"[/color] Madrys' bubbly voice came out of the speakers as the calculations played out on one of the overhead screens. Easily, fluidly, Madrys repositioned the rifle ever so slightly. Pulling the trigger, the shoulder of the Madrys pulled back from the recoil. The bullet, huge in size, flew towards the coming Monarch. It was aimed at the Titan's knee. Hopefully, it would handicap the pilot, if not bring them to a standstill. 

Then, turning back to his comms, Alms called out to his troops. [color=007236]"No one go near the Monarch. I'll take care of it. Understood!"[/color] His last comment was directed more towards Severence as he knew her hotheadedness would make her want to take the Monarch on.

Wake up and burn, Monarch.