[h2]Celeste[/h2]
There were enough distractions happening around her to not pay attention to the signs of It. It wanted to happen now. It didn't care about the impression it would leave. And Glaive telling her to fire set It off.

"I DON'T NEED YOU FUCKERS TELLING ME HOW TO DO MY JOB!" Celeste exclaimed, loud enough that the radio was overkill to it's auditory range, even stunned a few of the enemy. She stood straight up, and haphazardly aimed the lance at the tank. Once the round was in the air, she let the lance roll off her shoulder and brought up her rifle. She knew that the lance could be retrieved once the skirmish was over.

Celeste then charged through a flanking enemy. Quite literally, as she threw her body into the poor scout, stunning the boy and kept running to the ambush point. A clear look of pure frustration, anger, and hate on her face.

She never looked back to see where the lance round impacted.

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[h2]Brenna[/h2]
Brenna hadn't kept track of her partner. If he was following her, good, if not, she could still do the job asked of her. "[b]Roger[/b]" she replied into the radio when the Sergeant asked her and Dresdner to assist...well, it was just Meyers now. But she'd still assist and help get her out. 

When she arrived, a shocktrooper was flanking around Meyers. Doing a quick sliding stop, Brenna brought her weapon to her hip and let out a flurry of chalk rounds at the boy. A good half impacting and eliminating him from the skirmish. "[b]One[/b]" she whispered to herself. Brenna then continued to Meyers position. Upon arriving, she eyed Meyers doing her best to hold her ground and took up a position near by and began suppressing any enemy she saw.