[center][h2]Tiny Nord[/h2]
[h3]Morocco[/h3][/center] 

"Hey, Russian's know how to make durable once every hundred years." Tiny said as he rolled back the shield against the wall fixing his new prizes to it, but also looking over it for cracks. "Shield is still good, few rpg blasts but nothing it can't handle, do we have any spare supplies? I heard we have a mech and light armor, if I get close I can get the light armor at least, and this suits all mechanical and hydraulic, only things with electronics is the helmet, and the ac, and both are still good."

He looked down at his knee, and the one working on it as he stood there for a moment, "You got five seconds before I brace it and keep going. We can fix it in a little while, but I can keep moving at a pace with it. The hydraulic on it's been hit for a minute now, so it's something further down, or close to the seal or inner suit. The tube is probably just in the way of it, push it back or push it in. It's your choice, but you can keep going; I'll just be a bit slower." 

He followed her out through the arc, and fell behind soon after, he saw the mech, and while he had the suit suited for it, he didn't have the weapons. His shield in front of him, he looked at Athena get swatted away. 

"Hey, let me take a crack at him, if anything I can get him off of ya'll while you deal with the other heavy stuff." he slapped his shield and brought out the armor bit, "If ya'll have any extra emp weapons, I could hold him off and maybe even do some damage, I'm all mechanics and hydro, and luckily I don't have a pacemaker. Give me the go, and I'll hop in there." 

At that moment, he realized that his headset was mostly broken and decided to give himself a moment of clarity to think about his next choice: BTRs, well, useless against them, light targets, maybe, but that bigger guy, yea. If he could piss that fucker off he would. 

He pulled his extra melee from his shield holder, and pulled metal bits and stabilizers out on his shield so he could either quickly brace it, or set it up as a stable and strong wall to keep him from either getting crushed quickly or to keep him from getting shot in a direction, likely both. He rocked it forward off the stabilizers so that he could rock it back and forth on the rollers for a moment, ready to kick them back when he got in position. 

That is when he saw a fucking truck slam into it. Well, it was time to go; he rocked for a moment longer before putting his back into it. He forced the hulk of metal forward, remembering and wishing he had a lighter but stronger metal, and he felt the weakening leg joint but kept pushing forward. He and the monstrosity of metal bullshittery that was a his shield kept moving towards the behemoth, and while he himself was one, his was still David in this moment. He rocked back some of the metal bits and just let himself brace his leg joints just before he himself impacted the mech before he looked up to where the operator was pulling the shield back and letting it rest on its mounts. He took his heavy metal axe, and just chucked it towards the fucking operators hatch. It just stuck itself in a hunk of metal a few feet from where he was aiming. Slightly missed shot, that still would have done absolute jack shit. 

"Jackshit..." he stared up at the mech before he went to the edge, moving back to the shield before the jackass he just threw his axe at went back to shoot at him. Instead he took his rifle in hand as he just started popping shots off at the dude, mostly to continue to piss him off.