Swordfish knew that she wasn't usually as large as Sturm Adler and the rest of the 505th, but in this suit, she felt just to their scale.
"I give...well, about ten seconds if the timer in my head is correct. Explosion might throw you a little, it's not going to be as explosive as it is implosive. It'll collapse the fucking temple on itself!" She said over the comms, seconds ticking as suddenly, the roar kicked in. She had been mentally keeping a counter on the timer, aware that it was the only way to keep track of explosives. If it went perfectly, when she counted the last number, it would go. And right now, she was glad she was inside the suit, even 100m away.

The explosion was thundering, and the whole radar bunker collapsed, the tower falling down and crashing into a barrack as it snapped into two, the concrete structure not bearing under the immense force of the charge. No more radar, she thought to herself. The fire kicked up a little, and she heard a slight clanking, clinking of small shrapnel, though it didn't even consider going through, as she moved up, adjusting herself as she held the MG42 high.
"There we are! Okay, before they bring any fighter-bombers from the mainland, I say we get out of here. Back the way we came." Swordfish said, looking over to him, as she moved up, bullets pinging off as a MG on the far side opened up, the shots ricocheting as she smiled. This time, she was more potent than they were. She turned and simply belted out a volley of shots from the weapon, quickly taking the emplacement out and two supporting rifles, before moving back, headed out of the compound towards the hole in the fence. A very distant noise of planes could be heard, and Swordfish knew this couldn't be good, no way no how. The exoskeleton meant it could hold the extra pressure plating and weight of the suit, and move it faster, but she knew Sturm Adler was a little more flexible, and in terms of movements, a little more infantry than "mechanized" infantry. Still, getting out of here was a priority now, and her heart did indeed shudder, a wicked smile on her face, one that seemed to just acknowledge the scale of what they did. The noise did get louder, as they left the compound, burning and bright in the dark night, as the planes flew over.
"Shit, we got Hawker Typhoons, rocket-armed! No telling if they saw us- just fucking run!" She yelled, aware that there was no way of telling this time. The Allies knew that this was a Nazi myth that could have had truth to it, an inch. Heavily armored infantrymen, who were impossible to fell, and to records, hadn't been felled. Any stories of them were usually taken as such, a ghost story that simply didn't have any reliable proof to it. But through the thick reinforced glass visor, Swordfish knew that the Typhoons were rocket armed, and that would be enough to fell them alright. And she didn't feel like letting down the 505th on their first run. She looked over in the corner of her visor, turning her head a little, seeing it through the night vision.

"Oh, schiesse....head down!" She yelled, watching them come back around, herself knowing that they were almost at the end of the lava field. It was get exposed and blown up, or get a little warm for a while. Swordfish knew her choice, as she intentionally slid forwards, hurling the suit's arms in front, as she crashed into the rocky membrane of the lava field, aware that it was flowing barely meters away. The ground was sizzling, she could even feel it through the suit itself, as she kept down, the noise loud as hell as they swept past, perhaps the pilots in disbelief. They eyes seeing things, she hoped to herself, as they flew past, the propellers spinning loud as hell as she waited five seconds. Swordfish barely clambered up again, looking at the suit's arms, and dusting each one off, clearing the black and scortching hot rock off, which had barely been probably formed. The suit wasn't damaged, she hoped at least the same was the case for Sturm Adler's.
"The lava is barely a meter below this, it's sub surface. Come on, let's get ourselves back to the U-Boat. Our job is done here I guess, while I think we have more than plenty of ammunition, I'd like to get back to get an hour of time with you, Sturm Adler." Swordfish said, cheekily at the end, as she moved up, looking around as she looked back at Sturm Adler, smiling through her visor as she then looked to the water. Moving up, she slunked down as she stepped on a rocky part of the lava falls, stepping off the rocks and going back into the water. The lava flowed into the stormy sea, something that became a little more obvious from this angle as she activated the huge oxygen tank on the suit's back, disengaging the night vision set as the suit sunk to the floor.
"Get the air back on, follow on me." She said, looking back as the water jets on the feet of the suit whirred into life, the new ground below Swordfish as she felt the suit take a little pressure on, nothing dangerous but just a symptom to be used to.