Marit quickly turned Archie’s torso downward, trying to shield the cockpit as best as she could. [color=76D0FF]”Ow. Ow...”[/color] She complained to the warm air in Archie’s cockpit over the din of missiles raining down around her, more annoyed than worried, at least so far. The clown and his voodoo man needed a damn calculator if they thought that was enough to reduce her out of the problem. [color=76D0FF]”OW, fuck!”[/color] She cried out as ten missiles slammed down into Archie’s right torso at the same time, her helmet bag tearing free of where it was secured and a metal buckle smacked her across the shin. She started backing up, checking the rear-mounted camera display in her helmet to make sure she didn’t step into a pile of burning wreckage or slip on the greasy stain that used to be an aerojock. She wasn’t running, she was advancing backwards to a more advantageous position! Damn Hunchback was too close. Turning Archie’s torso to the right as she went, she got an easy lock on the fleeing MechBuster, its thrusters turned toward her, and sent ten missiles its way, not lingering to watch and turning back to the BattleMechs.

And BattleMech things were indeed happening. Tank things, too. She could vividly imagine the grins and jeering inside the Von Luckner as a round from it knocked the Hunchback off its feet. To his credit, the Crimson Fists MechWarrior started moving almost immediately. Shame, be nice if he broke his neck and left the ‘Mech intact. Almost simultaneously, the Panther decided to change careers and become a roman candle. She couldn’t help but feel a [i]little[/i] bad for the guy, knowing what’s coming and being powerless to do anything about it. Sod that, just send an AC/20 round through her cockpit without a warning, literally fighting until the last breath. Behind the Crimson Fists, the unmistakable form of a Marauder appeared. They were about to eat shit.

Speaking of, Hunchback. No TAG on this one, but that hardly mattered given his horizontal position. 25 missiles arced over Ingrid, about half of them peppering the prone Hunchback. Not great, not terrible
<Ammunition: 75%.>
Plenty of canned hate left in the racks according to Betty and still almost ten tons of armor left. From where she was sitting, things were starting to look gloomy for the Fists, still getting outgunned in support vehicles despite reinforcements and now outnumbered two to one on BattleMechs. Almost two to one if one counted the Ostroc and Raven as half ‘Mechs in their current state. Checking the sky to her right where she hoped to see a plume of black smoke and falling debris, she was greeted by the disappointing sight of a disturbed cloud of chaff and flares and a MechBuster shrinking in the distance. [color=76D0FF]”Yeah right. Run, coward...”[/color] She muttered under her breath as she tried to police the loose bag with her left hand, knowing that wasn’t the case.