Blow up the depot.. "Hell yea!" Blood roared into comms admist cutting down Purge. By now his armor had several dents and some armor flaked off, these assholes were strong and relentless, even after being shredded to pieces their arms still twitched for a minute or two. Blood was even more relentless.

One ran at him with a grenade, pin pulled. Crossing his arm and in front of himself he braced for the explosion, two seconds later red mist and he was sent flying back first through a wall. Tumbling a bit he regained his footing and skidded to a halt. A chunk of armor on his right shoulder was nearly destroyed, mostly due to being hit by sniper fire earlier.

It wasn't more than a few minutes later he witnessed Purge and rebel forces alike drop like flies, heavy railgun fire rang out from the rooftops. And off in the distance he heard chaingun fire. "BE ADVISED! HEAVY RAILGUNNERS AND MECHS IN THE AREA!" Blood shouted into comms, it wasn't a second later of him exiting the hole in the wall that a bullet hit directly in front of him, making a big hole in the asphalt. "Shit..." Blood said under his breath, running back into the building.

"Scarlet, recon the area. See where the railgunners are posistioned!" He shouted. "Right away!" He then heard Ericks message over comms, "Good. Just don't shoot me and everything will be alright." He replied.

"It looks like they're on the roof in various locations, they're guarded heavily by a small force of 10 people or so. Un-sure of their weaponry." Scarlet replied.

"Good enough for me!" Blood shouted before vaulting over cover and heading for the stairs. Seconds later he was met with gun-fire, the bullets plinking nigh harmlessly off the armor. "That's right, keep wasting ammo assholes." Blood said, laughing lowly, advancing slowly.
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Mechs. Lovely. Erick thought to himself. He continued his barrage of sniper fire, casings plinking on the floor. On the roof next to him he noticed a woman appear, it looked like powersuit armor similar to what the rest of freelance was wearing.

"Be careful...there are railgunners.." Erick nearly whispered into comms, mostly to himself. Of course, the rest of Freelancer would have heard the message from the one they call Alaska.

He heard the clanking of metal, whirring of gears, and hiss of steam. Instinctively activating his cloak and collapsing his sniper swiftly he turned. The mech had taken aim at the woman on the building next to him. "Shit.." he said to himself. "GET DOWN, THERE'S A MECH AIMING DIRECTLY AT YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE!" He shouted, running full speed at the mech, a blur. He lept from the building, knife in hand. Grabbing onto the mech with one hand and stabbing the dagger into it with the other he clung to it. 15 seconds left on cloak appeared in his visor.

He shimmied around the mech, he heard the pilot say something was on it. 10 seconds. Finding the cockpit he smashed the window, cracks appearred. He hit it again, it shattered. The pilot drew his side-arm, firing madly in front of him. One shot grazed Erick's suit. Cloaking de-activated, Erick was already behind him, knife to his throat. The man tried to turn, but it was to late. Erick grabbed him and slit his throat. Taking the grenade off the mans belt he lept out of the mech, pulled the pin, and tossed it in.

A explosion followed after, the mech sparking, warning sirens blared of imminent destruction. And then. Boom.

He landed on the building with a roll, a huge chunk of metal missing his head by half an inch. The building caught most of the big shrapnel, making it un-stable. Loud crashing could be heard from the floors below. "We have to go! Move it!" Erick shouted, running towards the edge of the buildng. The roof he was on was a good 20 foot across, he'd probably have to throw her unless that fancy suit was more than just armor.