It wasn't long before the battle chatter began and Harald soon found himself trying to pull his squad back into position. The ambush had gone well enough, but they needed that second lance up now; for whatever reason, Stichler had yet to fire, which left poor Bons cut off and facing fire from the entire enemy squad. [b]'Roger that Meyers. Sykora, Dresner; break left and suppress the infantry going after Bons. And Stichler, get that damn lance firing!'[/b] Already he regretted leaving himself away from the others; it had been a mistake, he realised. The squad leader should always be with the squad. At least he had made it here and not on a real battlefield...

Another long burst of fire swept overhead, shredding the grass inches above Bons' face. He was in a bad position here, with only Meyers for support; she and the others had done their best so far, picking off a few targets as they poured fire on his position. But the tank was still up and he sincerely doubted it would turn a blind eye to the only confirmed lancer so far on the field... Rolling onto his back, he was able to reload the unwieldy weapon and slide it forward, ready to lift and fire the moment he spotted a break in the enemy fire... But it didn't come. More shots arced overhead, more rifles cracked and all the while, their aim was getting slowly better, their shots hitting closer and closer to his little patch of long grass. [i]Only one chance now. Fuck it,[/i] he swore and stood up.

From across the field Harald watched as a lone figure raised itself from the long grass and sighed in exasperation when he realised that it was Bons. The result was unsurprising; the lad caught a long burst of fire from the tank's coax, flooring him in moments. But against the odds, he had managed to get the shot off with his lance; even as the chalk rounds cut him down, the shell arced down to score a glancing hit on the tank's turret and cover it with fine powder. The sergeant pumped his fist in triumph; one more shot and the tank would be out of action. From there, clean up would be a piece of piss. [b]'Alright Carn, it'll be our turn in a minute.'[/b] Harald paused mid-grin. [b]'... Shame about Bons though.'[/b]