[h2]Celeste[/h2]

For some reason, it felt like an insult for the two scouts to be slowing down or stopping for her. Celeste had quite the amount of stamina, but her small size paired with the heavy lance made her slower. She never really needed to stop, only moving a the pace of a slow jog. While they were moving, her radio cracked, the sergeants voice coming through, relaying the position of the APCs dismantled machine gun. After confirming that she had received the message, Lilly let out a shout. The word plainly obvious, tank.

The dive was slightly painful, her slung rifle impacting her shoulder blade. Luckily lances didn't have sling, or at least hers didn't. But no matter the lances position in the grass, it would be the most visible thing due to it's size. They were lucky that her lance didn't give her away. She moved up to Lilly and Glaive, prone shuffling with a Lance was still quite the challenge to Celeste.

Lilly asked if everyone was ready. Celeste looked at her lance. She had a feeling that the infantry would focus her first if she popped up aiming the lance, but she was prepared to take the sting of chalk rounds yet again. She gave a nod, keeping her eyes focused on the tank. "We just wait for the signal."