A red light dazzled on and off. Reflecting off Edmund's tired eyes. Contact. There was motion up ahead, a single object coming towards his position at high velocity.. A missile? It didn't look like it, but then again.. He switched the view of one of the ten screens surrounding him in a half-circle from showing his top-right side, to showing the feed off one of the frontal cameras. Zooming at 25x, he could tell that it was, in fact, not a missile, but some kind of humanoid clad in.. brown clothing, or mud? He was too far away to determine the exact details, and it was moving too fast to track it effectively with a closer zoom. The important part was that it was traveling atop some kind of dome-like rock construction. Was it magic? Some kind of technology? Whatever it was, it enabled the rock surfer to have two enormous rock waves travel at his side. An elementalist? Wouldn't be the first. The universe was crawling with them. He switched to thermal, but couldn't get much of a reading off the thing. The village still had some residents, on the other hand. That much was clear.

Edmund double-checked the Hellhound's systems. Weapons primed, armor undamaged, sensors fully functional, joins running smoothly, and power at optimal levels. He pressed the button on his comm and held it, as he pulled a red lever down with his other arm. Charging up the energy cannon concealed within the closed mouth of the mecha. "Genocide to Operator. I have an incoming foe. Engaging." he said, releasing the button. A short beep confirming the end of his transmission. He flipped open a plastic casing, of which there were four, revealing a small button labeled "Tube 1", pressing it. It was now armed, the upper right metallic cylinder on the Hellhound's back opened after a few seconds. By then, Edmund had pressed in it's target area. Spreading them out evenly, the six hundred [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GBU-28]missiles[/url] were designated to hit a mark 2 meter away from each other in a full circle, one of the preset missile patterns available, with the village at it's center. In war, there would always be collateral damage, and Edmund, or Genocide, as he was mostly known, was often hired specifically to inflict as much of it as possible. 

'Beep' - Edmund grabbed a hold of the right stick, and squeezed the trigger. All six hundred missiles flew far up into the air, spread out evenly, and rained down upon their marks. Creating a massive field of collective explosions in a roughly 4000 feet radius, of which he was 1200 feet safely outside of. So too would, perhaps, the oncoming foe also be. The people in the village on the other hand, not so much.

It was first then, that Hellhound's pilot started changing it's pace from slow walking, to a jog, carrying it's 280 feet and more or less 2500 tons frame and weight ahead to meet the supposed elementalist head on further down the road. Assuming he got out of the blast radius, or protected himself sufficiently.